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littlespacereader · 2 months

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Hi! I just found your blog and I’m so glad I did!!! Can I request some more cg!Hotch if you have the time??

Thank you for the request! I hope you don’t mind if I took your inspiration and turned this fic into an Easter fic! I love me some Cg! Hotch! He’s so sweet and gentle with a reader that is maybe unsure of themselves. So I wanted to make him extra encouraging and kind in this fic. Thank you for the request!!

Happy Easter Everyone!

The Egg Hunt🥚🐰🐣

Caregiver! Aaron Hotchner & GN Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags - Easter Day fic, Easter egg hunt, low key mention of diapers, BAU family dynamic, gentle Cg! Hotch🥺

Nicknames - Dadee for Hotch, little Easter bunny

“Y/N…Y/N wake up…”

I groaned and turned to the other side of the bed, away from the hand shaking me awake. Why were we getting up early on the weekend?

I could hear Dadee chuckling before shaking me awake again, “I know you don’t like to get up early, but you have to go downstairs and see what the Easter Bunny left you.”

Easter Bunny…WAIT A MINUTE!

I jumped up and looked at Hotch surprised, “The Eater Bunny came here?”

“Yeah! I can’t believe I didn’t wake up and hear him last night but when I went downstairs I saw this big basket with your name on it.”

I gasped and started to jump off the bed. Hotch stopped me for a minute,”Hey, hey, just wait a minute. We need to get you change first.”

I looked down at myself then realized what he meant. “Oh, yeah…sorry.”

Hotch smiled and kissed the top of my head before lifting me up into his arms, “There’s no need to be sorry. That’s why you wear them. We’ll get changed and then we’ll head downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny brought okay?”

I just nodded my head, resting it on Hotch’s shoulder as he took me to the bathroom.

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Finally! We were both changed and ready to head downstairs! I ran over to the top of the stairs but waited for Hotch to join me. He took my hand in his and helped me walk down step by step.

“There we go, just one step at a time.”

“But we’re going too slowwww.”

“Yes but we don’t want to trip and end up in the hospital before we see our Easter basket now do we?”

I just sighed in response…he was right…but I don’t like it.

FINALLY we made it to the bottom of the stairs. I ran over to the kitchen table where the giant yellow basket stood on top.

“Oh my gosh! Dadee! Look!! Look!!”

Hotch chuckled joining Y/N at the table, “I know! It looks amazing! Why don’t you start looking through?”

He didn’t need to tell me twice! I started digging through the basket looking at all the cute items.

There was a small chocolate bunny, a bag of gummy bears, and some pieces of gum shaped like small eggs.

“Candy!!” I immediately grabbed a handful of gummy bears and threw them all into my mouth before Hotch could say a word.

Hotch just shook his head, “Taste good?”

“Mmhm!”

“Just go easy on it. I don’t want a repeat of last Halloween.”

I swallowed the gummy bears and shook my head, “It wasn’t my fault!”

Hotch just raised an eye brown in response.

I crossed my arms, “I can’t help it if candy is just so good.”

“What else did you get besides candy?”

I looked back to my Easter basket. There was a little chicken that you wind up and it pops around the table. I giggled as it circled around.

But best of all was just in the center of the basket. A big brown bunny stuffie sat in the middle with button eyes and two small bows on each ear.

I immediately grabbed the bunny and brought it close. “She’s so fluffy!! I love her!”

“She’ll be a great companion for later.”

I looked up at him confused for a minute then it hit me. The big egg hunt at Uncle Rossi’s house! Everyone will be there for the giant search!

“Yeah! She can come with me! She’ll help me find all the eggs.”

“I’m sure she’ll be a great help.” Hotch smiled back.

“Wait! I have something for you.” I jumped off my chair and ran into the kitchen.

“Something for me?

“Yeah!” I called back, “I got you something.”

“Y/N you didn’t have to-.”

“Happy Easter Dadee!” I ran back over to the table with a giant chocolate Easter bunny I hid away for this occasion.

Hotch’s face lit up seeing the surprise candy. “Thank you Y/N! You know how much I love these.” He smiled.

I took a seat next to him and grabbed my chocolate bunny. Together we cheers our bunnies together and take a big bite of the ears. Hotch wrapped around my shoulders and that’s how we spent the rest of the morning, cuddling right next to each other eating our chocolate bunnies.

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“Y/N!! Happy Easter sweetheart!!” Rossi opened the door wearing a big pair of Easter bunny ears. He gave me a big hug as Hotch and I entered his house, “You’re just in time! Come on! Everyone is in the backyard all ready for the big Easter egg hunt!”

I held my basket tightly in one hand and Hotch hand in the other as we walked out and joined everyone in the backyard. Rossi, of course, announced our presence, “Look who finally arrived!”

Soon everyone was coming over hugging and welcoming me. Everyone was dressed so nicely, in pastels and floral patterns. Of course the only one who wasn’t was Hotch who doesn’t do pastels and such. He’s definitely a dark color tones kind of guy.

Then all the Caregivers got to talking while all the Littles got together. Morgan, Spencer, Garcia and I all gathered around with our Easter baskets.

“What did the Easter Bunny bring you guys?” I asked the group. “I got this bunny!” I held her up.

“Wow!! She’s beautiful!” Garcia said.

“And fluffy!” Spencer added.

“I got a bunch of candy!! And a new jump rope!” Morgan happily replied.

“I got new jewelry!” Garcia held out her hands to show everyone her new plastic bunny rings and matching bracelet.

“Wow! Nice!”

“I got a bunch of new book!” Spencer happily added.

“Book? For Easter?” Morgan teased.

“Which ones?!” Garcia and I said at once, always encoring Spencer.

“I got Peter Rabbit and an encyclopedia about rabbits and how they survive in nature. I’m gonna have Mama and Mom read it to me tonight!” Spencer said, gesturing to JJ and Emily his Caregivers.

“That’s cool and all…but let’s get back to what really matter here.” Morgan gestured to the backyard. “Papa said he hid the eggs really well so we have to come up with a strategy.”

“Shouldn’t the strategy just be looking around for colorful eggs?” Garcia joked.

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m serious! I think I’ll take Spencer with me and we’re looking on the right side.” Morgan added locking arms with Spencer.

“Huh? Well then I’ll take Y/N with me on the left side!” Garcia did the same as Morgan, just locking arms with me. I smiled, honored to be a part of her team.

“Then it’s settled.” Morgan smirked.

“Alright kids! Ready for the Easter egg hunt?” Rossi announced.

We all lined up ready to run further into Rossi’s big backyard. I held onto my Easter basket tightly as I stood next to Garcia. I didn’t want to let her down but I wasn’t really the best at these things. I looked to Hotch who encouraged me with a smile and a big thumbs up.

“3…2…1! Go!”

And we were off. Morgan grabbed Spencer’s hand and took him to a certain spot while Garcia and I went to the opposite side. Garcia was finding eggs left and right while I was finding nothing.

I looked into my basket at my bunny stuffie in the hopes that maybe she could help me. Then suddenly there it was! Right in front of me stuck on the fence was a small green egg!

I grabbed it and showed Garcia happily. “I got one!!”

She smiled back, “Great job! Keep it up!”

I turned back and held it up to show Hotch and the other Caregivers, “I found one!!”

“Great job Y/N!” Hotch clapped.

After that it was easy as ever. I helped Garcia look high and low for the Easter eggs. One was in a tree, another was in a flower pot, another was hiding behind a statue. Once all the eggs were done we ran back over to everyone.

“Dadee!!! Look at all the eggs I got!” I ran over to Hotch sitting on one of the patio chair.

“Wow! Look at all the eggs you found!!”

“You were right! My bunny helped me!”

“I’m sure she did help you, but I think you’re a better Easter egg hunter than you think.” He winked.

“Alright everyone let’s go inside and have some dinner.” Rossi announced.

“Come here my little Easter bunny.” Hotch lifted me into his arms and carried me inside to join everyone else.

“You think you’d ever wear bunny ears like Uncle Rossi?” I asked.

“Not in a million years.” Hotch and I laughed.

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beardedmrbean · 6 days

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DARBY, Pa. - A symbol of safety and security for parents and students is being charged with heinous acts that completely contradict that notion.

Kiara Lee, a 26-year-old crossing guard, is accused of distributing electronic cigarettes and substances containing marijuana to students at Penn Wood Middle School.

Officials say a student reported that Lee provided students with vapes several times, and frequently smoked marijuana with another student.

That student's guardian confirmed that Lee had been giving her child vapes and marijuana edibles.

Text messages between Lee and the student also revealed their experiences after eating the edibles, according to authorities.

"School crossing guards epitomize the role of public servant. They are – quite literally – entrusted with the lives of our children and hold a position of sacred trust in communities across the Commonwealth and the country. For an individual to abuse that trust is deeply disturbing, and corrosive to the well-being of the entire community," Delaware County District Attorney Stollsteimer said.

Lee is charged with possession of marijuana with intent to deliver and corruption of minors.

Parents spoke out after hearing about Lee.

Maya Bryant stated, "It’s already bad enough as a parent, keeping them away from influences, but to hear that an employee of the borough would even sell to kids. It’s insane."

"It’s a shame to have these people on these corners to do their job, to protect children and now you’re telling me the kids are receiving drugs from them? It’s utterly disgusting," Malekka Dade said.

Late Wednesday, the Borough of Darby released a statement regarding Lee, saying:

"The Council of the Borough of Darby is deeply disturbed by the allegations contained in the Affidavit of Probable Cause related to Ms. Kiara Lee. We have placed Ms. Lee on administrative suspension and banned her from our facilities pending the outcome of an internal investigation.

We are grateful for the men and women of the Darby Borough Police Department for their hard work in making sure our community is safe."

#nunyas news

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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 2 months

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The Heat The Night Brings

Garvez wc:3,261 Fit for all consumption

Wrapping up a spring break case in Florida, the team joins the Miami-Dade CSIs for some after work drinks and dancing.

JJ and Tara banter, Penelope dances with Eric, Luke doesn't like it.

It smells of salt, ripe fruit, and overly ripe bodies, heat hanging in the air oppressively clings to skin, that same oppressive heat prompting the night’s outing.

The teams, spread out across tables under the Miami stars, rejoice when fresh pitchers of white, fluffy, frozen daiquiri are laid out in front of them.

It’s been 6 hours since they caught the guy responsible for so many spring break murders- murders spanning years, some jealous cameraman working for a show dependent on exploiting drunk college girls. They were lucky to have caught the guy when they did, narrowly saving the woman who would have been his fourth victim this season. They were all glad that one of the production crew had been following the cases, remembered those poor girls, and that he had spine enough to come to the cops about their connection. Because of him it was finally over.

With the suspect apprehended, normally they’d be back on the jet headed straight for home, but there was a hurricane threatening the coastal Carolinas, so instead of altering the jet’s flight path and hoping for the best, the team of agents agreed to wait one more night and spend some time with the team of crime scene investigators who they were able to assist in closing the case.

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“It’s uncanny”

“It’s unreal”

“It’s disgusting!”

The two women turn to Penelope, waiting to hear what gauze of refusal she’d come up with this time.

“They look nothing alike! Alvez? Uck!” her face twists up expressing her displeasure, the same protest she’d made each time someone brought it up during their stay here. “Eric? Eric is…delicious. An Adonis with dimples and the most succulent, cherubic lips…” she bites hers and pulls the straw of the icy concoction up to her mouth as she, JJ, and Tara compare the features of Luke Alvez and Eric Delko, the two men completely unaware and immersed in their own conversation three tables away. “You really don’t see it?”

“I really see the finest hunk of Miami’s finest talking with SSA Blandsome, Wonderboy, and the delightful Natalia, if that’s what you mean by ‘it’.” “Penelope, they could be twins.”

“Pft, as much as Arnold and Devito, but definitely not in that sexy sandwiched and mirrored type of way.” “Hmm the lady doth protest too much, methinks”

“Can it, Gertrude.”

Tara and JJ share significant glances and stifled smirks. She could deny it all she wanted, but they were trained profilers, and Penelope was terrible with secrets even when she wasn’t talking. The fact that the whole team, save her and Luke, saw it, was only additional fodder.

The trio watched as Luke’s doppelganger looked over, catching their appraisal, and grinned. Eric, saying something to the group, downed the remaining rum and lime slush in his glass and left the table, sauntering to theirs.

What’s a little fun between departments? Penelope, she’s quick, and witty, and cute and if her body language, her banter, has been any indication, she’s on the same page.

Pretending to continue conversation with Spencer and Natalia, Luke repositions himself, tracking Delko, watching as their Tech Goddess beams up at Eric, placing her hand in his and follows him from the tables to the string-light clearing in the middle already filled with people enthusiastically dancing off the day’s humidity.

Women like macaws in brightly colored dresses and partners in light guayabera as their uplifting skies crowd the dance floor, but there’s only one couple Luke cares about, only one bird his watchful hunter’s eye stays on.

As Spencer continues to talk about whatever it is they were talking about- Luke isn’t really sure anymore- somewhere in the mushy distant part of his brain he detects the upturn of a question, a finalizing statement. “Yeah, no, absolutely” he agrees, trying to keep up the charade, pretend that his whole focus hasn’t been drawn to the interaction between Penelope and Delko.

“You think the orcas are somehow harnessing the signal put out by their location tags to track and attack specific yachts?” Spencer asks, oblivious to Luke’s preoccupation, confused by the response.

Covering her mouth, Natalia breaks into a fit of giggles which breaks the spell for Luke, attention snapping back to the people across from him. “What?” He feels the back of his neck flame against the already sweltering heat, embarrassed, hoping he hadn’t been caught, and somewhat ashamed at his own behavior. Normally he would have been listening with rapt attention, soaking up every bit of information Spencer could throw at him, but tonight he’s finding himself…troublingly distracted.

“Luke, I was joking-” Spencer says, looking from Natalia to his friend.

“Yeah, no, obviously, Spence” he says lightly, as if he’d been joking too, because obviously orcas reworking technology to their advantage would be an insane theory. The orcas that had been attacking yachts, right, that’s what they’d been talking about. “I think these drinks are stronger than I thought. I should go burn off some of this alcohol.” Luke claps a hand to Spencer’s shoulder, “I’m gonna take a walk, check in with the rest of the team.”

Getting up, Luke barely registers the parting words trailing after him and casually weaves around the tables, eyes never leaving the dance floor for long. Joining Tara and JJ at their table, he fills Penelope’s abandoned seat, closer to the dancing couple.

~~~

“That was mighty quick work confirming, and tracking down the camera man, I’ve never seen fingerprints come back so fast except on my own computers.” Penelope changes the subject. It’s not that she doesn’t find him attractive, she very much does and gives zero cookies who knows, but as much as she wants to…something’s tugging her back.

What was that?! What is wrong with you?

“Yeah, it’s a miracle how our janky old system just perked right up the second you walked into it’s life,” Eric lowers his forehead to hers, eyes flashing as he murmurs, “don’t worry, I won’t rat you out.”

A goofy smile spreads on her face at the contact, the shared secret, but she plays at a haughty tone, sniffing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I guess I just have that effect on computers.”

“Mmm, computers aren’t the only thing you have that effect on…” his fingers sweep from left to right across her back landing at her waist, “Some coincidence though that it started to show it’s fondness when we were all out in the field and you were alone inside…”

Penelope mockingly gasps and hits his shoulder, “That is a pretty serious accusation- Tampering with another office’s equipment, especially if it happens to be with code that isn’t on the market… I would never risk my job like that.”

Eric tilts his head, fingers curling and brushing down her sides, hands slipping lower as his hips continue to swing and guide her through the dance floor, "If I borrow Speed's bike, it'd only take us 20 minutes to get there..." He switches back to the original conversation, an art installation someone built under a freeway in Ft. Lauderdale, about 30 miles from where they are. “You’d love it, a woman prying herself apart, exploding with nature’s beauty, exposing a little hideaway of plants. Paradise in paradise big enough for two…”

Penelope laughs pulling back, eyes glittering up at him, the daiquiris working their way to her head, but still she feels some shadowy cause for refusal, “That’s gonna be a no for three reasons, Officer Delko; one, this hair does not go under a helmet. Two,” her fingers tap his chest as she counts off, “it certainly doesn’t go 90 miles an hour, even for art, even for a sculpture as finely constructed as you. And three,” He captures her fingers, kissing them, Penelope quickly pulls them out of his grasp, continuing, “AND THREE, we are not stealing your best friend's motorcycle.” Despite the part of her saying she can’t, she’s enjoyed flirting with him throughout the case, is enjoying the feeling she has right now… It’s been a while since she’s let herself act like this with someone, been receptive to someone chasing her like this, openly, honestly… maybe it’s because she knows it’s nothing serious…unlike…

“Officer? What happened to Eric, Penelope?” The stroke of his thumb as he purrs her name breaks her train of though, the humm of her skin under his, the pounding of the drums beneath the soles of her feet traveling up her legs. “Just leave Speed to me…unless there’s another reason you haven’t mentioned, give me half an hour and I bet I can strip those three reasons down to none…”

She smiles again, her cheeks smarting, her hand sliding from chest to flexing bicep, a week of playful toying volleyed back and forth coming to a head. She thinks of Emily, of HR…of Tara and JJ…and Luke…No, no other reason…no 6-foot, broad muscled, soft spoken… completely endearing trap of a reason. “I’m sure you’ve had lots of success stripping a lot of things down to none given very little time, Eric.”

He laughs, grinning at the blonde, a woman who, in spite of their myriad of differences, reminds him of someone else, someone he’s been waiting on to catch up to him, maybe in the same way he suspects Alvez to be waiting for her. Peering back at the tables, his eyes briefly connect with a piercing stare, Eric shakes his head and twirls Penelope in time with the music. If there really was nothing between them, he was definitely continuing tonight’s crusade, but maybe tonight would unearth something different.

~~~

“Not dancing, Alvez?” Luke gives a dismissive glance to the group in the middle of the tables “Floor looks a bit crowded…figure I’d cool off here with you two.” “Conversation with Reid heating up?” Tara questions. Luke smirks thinking about his slip, “Only if you’re a sailor.”

JJ leans forward planting her elbow in a clear spot on the table, chin in hand, “What about pirates? You’re not going to step in? I mean, there’s professional courtesy…and then there’s that,” she says as she points a finger toward the dance floor. The trio look over, finding Penelope and Delko not far from them, not that Luke isn’t already acutely aware of what’s happening to his left. Delko’s playbook is par for the course, though he can’t object to his taste. Still, sour irritation shadows his face at the sight, the reply coming out more terse than he intends, “Garcia knows what she’s doing, she doesn’t need saving, and she definitely wouldn’t appreciate it from me.”

Delko isn’t a bad guy, she doesn’t need protecting. Besides, she isn’t his to protect. Not by a long shot. Not even in his wildest dreams…And yet, something about him touching her, dancing with her…the way he leans in to whisper in her ear and she throws her head back laughing, blushing, touching him…how her hands rest on his chest, her focus immobile, singular, his hands dangerously close to…

Nothing- he reminds himself, ‘dangerously’ nothing. Penelope’s allowing this.

Still, the obvious assumption that her body is free rein to him, something about the whole thing makes his blood boil and fingers tense. Makes him simmer animalistic for reasons he knows he can’t legitimize.

Luke thinks about pulling anyone on to the dance floor, swaying and grinding, but it wouldn’t draw from her half of what she’s doing to him, possibly even reignite that bullshit macho player tag she loved to pin him with, and in the end it would only highlight his desperation to those who knew them best.

“Do you think she has a thing for bald, muscular guys, or is it just a coincidence?” Tara muses.

“Mmm, not sure…” JJ says thoughtfully, “What was it she said about Jason Statham…?”

“Oooh, that his voice grated on her.”

“Derek…Eric…Maybe it’s the names.” Tara and JJ trade teases back and forth, “Luke just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?”

Tara’s words weasel their way through his thoughts in the way he wished someone would weasel their way between a particular pair of bodies. Chuckling, Luke turns his attention back to them, determined to let the situation roll away with the tide, “I know what you’re doing. You can stop, we’re teammates, friends, nothing more.”

“And here I heard the heart wants what the heart wants-”

At that his eyes snap to Tara, recklessly unaware of how close she is to voicing the truth he’d discovered about himself only so long ago.

“Thoughts, Luke?...No. Maybe the heart doesn’t want it bad enough-”

He’s well aware of JJ watching the exchange, his reaction, hopes he’s kept his cool, his looks neutral, like every time they’ve teased him before. But his mind can’t help but yell. The heart does want…the heart wants what it wants, or else it does not care.

Emily Dickinson, you aren’t a man in the specific situation of respecting the boundaries of work-friends-maybe-more relationships with a woman in the 21st century.

Thoughts race and images flood, feelings welling, churning. Between Penelope dancing with Delko, and Tara and JJ twisting the knife, his brain nearly doesn’t care.

Is Delko really that much more charming? Likable? Genuine? Could she never entertain the thought of seeing him as more? Admitting that she did? Even after all this time? See through her rash judgment? Or is it something else altogether?

She steps in and steps out, arm flying, tucking, being tugged and twirled, out like an unraveled cinnamon roll, and back in, her body with his, hips dipping and swaying wildly, Penelope whipped up. It’s a dizzying mix of daiquiri and gravity forming a delightful kind of vertigo, her body moves like the ocean, like it knows the steps before she does, his hands a magnificent guide drifting lower, lower, lower

Fuck it, ‘yo-ho’ Feet slapping brick, side stepping hips, dodging legs and skirts and errant hands, unable to stop the draw or contain the carefully boxed need, Luke parts the throng, led by the yearning to crash into her, the deep sense of knowing all would be right if she was just-

He could say there was no premeditation in the move, no planned action, that it was a case of catatonic automation, his hand reaching out as if not his own, snatching her away, but the force he uses to tandemly push Delko away is perhaps too much, and the fuzzing relief he feels as she rolls into him, giggling softly and grinning up at him is telling. He knew what he was doing, he simply didn’t care anymore.

Eric stumbles back, shoulders jostling as he regains balance from being propelled into those dancing around them and watches dazed for a second, mouth breaking into a lopsided grin, knowing. He watches Luke, watches Penelope, sees her expression and the way she relaxes- he hadn’t been the only one to know, the teasing was blatant, the lovesick look the agent gave to just one member of the visiting team, but her denial was so adamant he was willing to put aside his suspicions.

Penelope, tottering, can’t help but notice something’s different, she just can’t put her finger on it- The….hair? The build? No...maybe something around his eyes…it’s definitely in the eyes. Did he suddenly look older? -Those eyes, they put her at ease, the warmth suddenly flooding her, not at all connected to the heat of the day.

Luke doesn’t give a single glance in the direction of the friendly cop, no apology, no acknowledgement, all thought, all attention, devoted to the woman now at home in his arms. Penelope, right where he’s needed her for months now.

Lost in her eyes, he can feel that dumb smile creeping across his face, feel it even as the music stops and changes time, feels it as she stops, but the grin doesn’t break, and neither does her study.

That smile…those eyes…his hold is different now too. She’s still working out the change she can’t put her finger on when the song ends and the band, in a change of pace, opts for the first slow dance of the night. It’s a sultry bolero-son, slow, whining horns and guitar. She’s about to back off, but his hands hold her firm.

“Of all the things to scare Penelope Garcia, I didn’t think slow dancing would be one of them...” The smile shrinks to a small, lopsided teasing thing, eyes narrowing.

Breath catching at the accusation, at his hold, her eyes flicker across his face, sure that the key was just there… “Ha! Death, sure, dancing? Pft!”

Unwillingly her feet move, Luke turning them both, guiding them away from the tables, out of the vision of prying agents, closer to the music as he slowly dips and sways in time with the beat, “Prove it. Come on, dance with me, Penelope.” If she really didn’t want to, if she let go, he’d walk away…

Her eyes narrow in return, body pressing closer, leaning up to his ear when the light crisp smell hits her, warm eyes and teasing smile flashing through her mind, snapping into place, Alvez. Tara and JJ.

She jerks back, body freezing for a split second, the confirmation flitting and disappearing, Penelope quickly realizing she’s proven them right. Staying like this with him would only be further ammo…But then, while he’s here, she might as well mess with him. Leaning back in, Penelope’s lips brush his ear whispering, “Is dancing the only thing you want me to come on…and do tonight?” It’s bolder than anything she’s said to him before, possibly more telling, but the only one hearing it this time is him.

Reflexively Luke coughs a laugh, flustered, and ducks his chin away and to his shoulder, stepping back, putting space between them, acutely aware of the effect her proximity was having on him, how all of her melded in contact with all of him, the images thrust at him from the suggestive question. He shakes off the deliberate riling, the purpose behind it, then steps back into her space, determined to keep moving forward, “You’re not getting out of this that easy. Dance with me”

It’s insistent, but a question. One she makes the mistake of looking up at, looking at him, at the deep brown looking back at her, the soft pleading…and lets him hold her there, hold her in the same way she feels his arms, his hands holding her, soft, and warm, and steady and strong…and gives in. “ONE. One dance,” she agrees, though she isn’t sure why. “Call it your prize for today’s daring heroics.-NOT that I approve of heroics-” That damned smile spreads into those eyes at her edict and she hates it, but not as much as she likes that she knows it’s just for her…

Work, friends, maybe more…Maybe one day they’d figure it out for real…Maybe one day she’d let him. Maybe one day he’d give up. But tonight they’re dancing. Tonight the stars are shining above them and the waves are crashing in the distance and the band is playing loud and clear and everyone else is miles away and it’s just them, just him, just one dance…and who’s to say if neither of them notice when one song blends into the next, when night blends into day, when nothing blends into something…

#criminal minds #csi miami #garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #eric delko #jj #tara lewis #fan fiction #snail's tales #ao3

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 9 months

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By: Jason L. Riley

Published: Sep 5, 2023

Yes, this is another September “back to school” column. My apologies. But someone needs to keep pointing out that our national debate over which books to allow in classrooms, or how to teach slavery to middle-schoolers, is far less consequential than the continuing inability of most youngsters to read or do math at grade level.

In Florida, where GOP governor and presidential candidate Ron DeSantis has taken lumps for a couple sentences in a 200-page black-history curriculum, only 39% of Miami-Dade County fourth-graders are proficient in reading, according to a Miami Herald report last year on standardized test results. By eighth grade the number drops to 31%, and math scores are just as bad. Who cares if kids have access to books by Toni Morrison or Jodi Picoult if most of them can’t comprehend the contents?

These dismal outcomes have persisted nationwide for decades, and the racial achievement gap is even more disturbing. The U.S. Education Department reported last year that in 2022 the average reading score for black fourth-graders in New York on the National Assessment of Educational Progress trailed that of white fourth graders by 29 points. This “performance gap was not significantly different from that in 1998,” the report added.

The progressive left’s response to these outcomes has been to wage war on meritocracy rather than focus on improving instruction. The goal is to eliminate gifted-and-talented middle-school programs, high-school entrance exams and the use of the SAT in college admissions. One defense of racial preferences in education for black students is that recipients, including those who go into teaching, are more likely to work in low-income minority communities after graduation. That’s true, but is it what economically disadvantaged students really need, more second-rate teachers?

In his lively autobiography, “Up From the Projects,” the late economist Walter Williams related an incident from his teaching days at California State University, Los Angeles in the late 1960s. A black student approached him at the end of the course and said he needed a B to graduate. The student told Williams that he wanted to teach school in Watts, a predominantly black section of Los Angeles. Williams replied that Watts didn’t need any more mediocre educators. He added, jokingly, “If you’d said San Fernando Valley”—a predominantly white area back then—“I’d have given you the B.”

Williams was appalled that many of his academic colleagues were holding their black students to lower standards. “There was no more effective way to mislead black students and discredit whatever legitimate achievements they might make than giving them phony grades and ultimately fraudulent diplomas,” he wrote. Sadly, the downstream effects of lax standards for black students that concerned him more than 50 years ago have only gotten worse.

Medical students in all 50 states must pass a licensure exam before they can practice. The exam has three parts, and Step 1 is administered at the end of the second year of medical school. It measures your grasp of basic science topics—anatomy, biology, biochemistry, pharmacology—and is highly predictive of how you will perform in medical school going forward.

A student’s numerical score on the Step 1 exam has long been the most important tool in evaluating candidates for the most competitive medical disciplines and residency programs. Three years ago, representatives of the nation’s leading medical groups voted to scrap numerical scores and report the results of the Step 1 exam as pass/fail.

The reason is simple, according to Stanley Goldfarb, an academic physician and former associate dean of curriculum at the University of Pennsylvania’s medical school. In a recent book on how social-justice activism has affected medical training, “Take Two Aspirin and Call Me By My Pronouns,” Dr. Goldfarb explained that black students underperform on the Step 1 exam. “The solution to the fact that white students score better on the exam was to eliminate reporting scores,” he wrote, which “makes about as much sense as Major League Baseball eliminating batting averages to assure that no ethnic cohort outperforms the others.”

Dr. Goldfarb’s book has an amusing title—which comes from an op-ed he wrote for this paper in 2019—but what it describes is nothing to laugh at. Those who complain about racial disparities in medical outcomes might consider how racial double standards contribute to them. Medical schools have been pressured to relax admission standards for diversity purposes, which has led to the relaxation of grading standards and licensure requirements.

Black doctors are more likely than white doctors to practice in medically underserved areas, but low-income blacks need second-rate doctors even less than they need second-rate teachers. For whatever reason, it seems lost on progressives that addressing the racial achievement gap in K-12 education would go a long way toward addressing the one in medical school.

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[ Source: National Student Group Scores and Score Gaps (Reading, Grade 4) ]

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This is honestly the thing that's the most troubling. There are activists in schools masquerading as teachers who insist it's a moral imperative to teach young children complicated postmodern intersectional conspiracy theories, yet can't - or won't - actually teach those same kids to read.

"Antiracist" teachers behaving like black kids don't need to learn to read, and it's more important that they understand their place in a perverted conception of social hierarchy, is a disturbing rehabilitation of the KKK's golden years.

#Jason L. Riley #bigotry of low expectations #merit #make merit matter #meritocracy #low standards #education #reading #literacy #antiracism #antiracism as religion #neoracism #religion is a mental illness

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I don't know if this is supposed to help anyone. At the moment I am feeling a little lost. And at the same time, I'm pleasantly surprised. After years of suffering, I feel like a chapter has come to a close. I'm just an ordinary person, who has met some extraordinary people on the way. A nobody who really knows nothing at all. I'm happy being a nobody.

A somebody is someone who just does. But in my case, I'm choosing to balance between doing and contemplating. My middle school teacher called me the thinker. She made an award just for me. Praising me for resolving conflicts in our classroom. But the only thing I did was ask a group of teenagers and tweens to just stop and breathe for a second. That petty fights aren't worth their friendship. That is until one of them screamed in my face. I remember Miss Reyes, her lips set into a thin line. Hating that the toxicity of an older teenager was all it took to make me shrink again. But at the same time I had befriended another girl from Puerto Rico. We've been nerdy art friends ever since.

It's funny to me but in my home, I just wanted to pick up the pencil and draw. However I was also told that I had to write. To make our story known... I used to look at my grandmother and ask her, with what voice? You have already taken mine.

I've had many friends, they come and go. I've had lovers, they come and go. Could I have stayed virginal for the "right one"? It depends. Up until that point, I hadn't really met anyone I would have saved myself for. If I even had something to "save" for them. A girl I knew from Dade, had a similar circumstance. She was funny, and she used to say steal all of their virginities. That way they will never forget you. This person was a riot. And at the same time I understood what she meant. I'm glad that they were able to move on and have a better life elsewhere.

One of my friends had pointed out, that those with sour grapes shouldn't spoil your kind spirit. I also ran into one of the two boys that I altar served with. Reminding me that I have kind eyes, eyes that inspire compassion... I appreciated it, especially now that I am struggling not to go low.

My favorite comedian, Margaret Cho, is now in her '50s. When I dropped out of high school, I was filled with shame. The entire year I had spent it trying to get expelled. Coming up with elaborate plans, and failing miserably because I was still a naive young girl. My favorite thing that she said in the stand-up bit called Vicious Cho was: f*** it this is me. I feel like a lot of young people would benefit from watching her. Especially if you're not LGBTQ but are just feeling lost in your own body. I was told to have a career first, and then there will be time for family. But at the same time, I fell in love. A goofy other nobody named cro mag named Ug, really saw me for the first time.

I can't explain it. But most of what I do is motivated by his smile and influence. I was a teenager when I met him. Just barely turned 18. He took me out on a date, and got me a copy of "Brave New World" from the local borders. I definitely recommend reading it. He asked me if I saw myself in anyone. To tell you the truth I saw myself in the indigenous young man. Taken into high society and not being able to cope with man's inhumanity to man. He told me that you can't save everyone. I knew that. Even one of my professors told me that not everybody can get on the ship little one. And then he proceeded to tell me that being a single father is hard. I nodded my head and said that it must be...

I didn't want to rule the world, I just wanted to see it. Having been a nerd, I enjoyed reading the encyclopedia on the computer. At the time, I loved the sound of hearing the machine come to life. The disc whirring and... My best friend would be there to greet me.

I shared the computer with my uncle and brother. It was a lot of fun to look and see what they were into. Sometimes I didn't understand it, but as my mom taught me snitches get stitches. So I stayed quiet, and played on the encyclopedia Britannica. They had this really cool game called mind maze. Were you learned random facts and navigated a castle.

My favorite games were those where you were a protagonist navigating a strange world. The King's quest games were my favorite. I loved King Graham, and the enchanted world of Daventry.

The woman who authored these games, was introduced to the role-playing games by her husband. I always thought it was awesome to be able to do such a thing. In college it was really hard to find others who played these games but it was fun to talk about character design, and story structure.

Currently I'm playing Shadow dark with a group of my husband's friends. What I enjoy about it is that it reminds me of discworld, at least the way we're playing. None of us have died yet thank goodness.

I like drifting away from things too. People, places, and just relaxing. Have you ever just laid face up in a pool for hours? It's my favorite thing to do. You can just meditate and forget everything. It feels like you're in space. Even though I don't think I would like to be up there. Something about the sky always makes me feel like it's trying to eat me. The ocean however feels like home.

Having Taino ancestry I think back to one of the last survivors of Fidel. At the time when he came to power, the first people he targeted were indigenous. My grandmother had to hide my mom. Her straight hair was a huge problem back then.

The man that I'm thinking of if he is still alive, lives by the ocean fishing and just swimming all day. A simple life. A wonderful life really. My husband and I, talk about living by the sea. Not caring anymore. Just enjoying our lives, because why bother with a world that would turn around and defraud its own people. You were ignorant for believing in others... Okay, I think that says more about you than it does about me.

I love my husband because he said go back to the gym palpy you ain't getting my Padme, lol 🤣. Our food names are ironically rice and beans. Everyone used to call him Mr Bean cuz he looked like the actor when he was younger... And at the time my friends all had food names, and I picked rice. Mostly because I go with everything. And of course being a fan of Fruit baskets definitely influenced that. My friends were fun, but I always felt plain like rice. I met other people that are like rice though. I call them burnt rice, mostly because they're rough around the edges and prickly.

If you were a food what would you be?

#creative writing #original poem #writers and poets #dead poets society #fiction #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #drawing #creative nonfiction #writers on tumblr

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Trayvon Benjamin Martin (February 5, 1995 – February 26, 2012) was a 17-year-old African American from Miami Gardens who was fatally shot in Sanford by George Zimmerman. He had gone with his father on a visit to his father’s fiancée at her townhouse at The Retreat at Twin Lakes in Sanford. On the evening of February 26, he was walking back to the fiancée’s house from a nearby convenience store. Zimmerman, a member of the community watch, saw him and reported him to the Sanford Police as suspicious. While on the call to the police, Zimmerman began following him. Several minutes later, there was an altercation and Zimmerman fatally shot him in the chest.

He was born in Miami and attended both Norland Middle School and Highland Oaks Middle School, in north Miami-Dade County. He attended Miami Carol City High School in Miami Gardens for his freshman and sophomore years. At the time of the shooting, he was a junior at Dr. Michael M. Krop High School in north Miami-Dade. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence #blacklivesmatter

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Teachers enraged that Florida’s new Black history standards say slaves could ‘benefit’

https://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/education/article277539723.html

The Florida Board of Education Wednesday, July 19, passed new standards for teaching Black history in public schools that included a controversial measure that says slaves could have benefited from their enslavement. [email protected]

The approval of Florida’s new Black history curriculum didn’t surprise Crystal Etienne.

A seventh-grade civics teacher in Miami-Dade County, she has seen it coming since 2022. She attended several civics training sessions over the last year — including the one where the instructor claimed presidents George Washington and Thomas Jefferson opposed slavery, even though both were slave owners — so the changes were somewhat expected. Still, the state’s newly adopted standards for teaching Black history left Etiennne mortified.

The Florida Board of Education certified the new standards Wednesday, causing an uproar among many. Some of the more concerning changes included teachings about how enslaved people benefited from their bondage, an attempt to contextualize American slavery within the global history of slavery and the false equivalence of anti-Black violence with acts of Black resistance.

Rep. Anna Eskamani, D-Orlando, who attended the Wednesday meeting, pointed to part of the middle-school standards that would require instruction to include “how slaves developed skills which, in some instances, could be applied for their personal benefit.”

“I am very concerned by these standards, especially … the notion that enslaved people benefited from being enslaved. It’s inaccurate and a scary standard for us to establish in our educational curriculum,” Eskamani said.

Etienne, the West Homestead K-8 Center teacher, was equally disturbed.

“It’s disgusting to use children as pawns in their adult scheme,” she said, calling the changes an “indoctrination” into “white, Christian nationalism.” “They feel like if you’re teaching the bad, it somehow takes away from the good and it doesn’t. If I’m not allowed to teach the evolution of the country and the changes that have been made, what am I doing?”

“This is fascism at its best,” added Karla Hernandez-Mats, president of the United Teachers of Dade, which represents teachers in Miami-Dade public schools. “This is exactly what fascist governments do when they censor teachers, when they go after education, when they try and suppress content from being taught.”

Since the Florida Legislature passed a slew of education laws over the past two years — from giving parents power to challenge books to restricting how gender identity and sexual orientation is taught from Pre-K to eighth grade — teachers have been worried, Hernandez-Mats said.

But these changes related to Black history are “not a way that students should be educated,” she said.

“This is narrowing minds,” Hernandez-Mats said. “We want children to be well-rounded, well-educated, to have access to high-quality education... when you restrict teachers from teaching with honesty and teaching with truth, obviously that’s going to impact conversations that we’re able to engage in with our students.”

Follows changes to AP African American course

The controversy over how Black history will be taught in Florida’s public schools follows a decision by the College Board earlier this year to leave out references in its new AP African American Studies course to the Black Lives Matter movement and slavery reparations, among other topics. The Board’s decision came after Gov. Ron DeSantis criticized the pilot course.

READ MORE: Black leaders blast College Board’s changes to AP African American Studies course

Florida already underperforms at teaching Black history. Although the instruction has been required since 1994, only 11 of the state’s 67 school districts sufficiently teach Black history, according to Bernadette Kelley-Brown, principal investigator and former chair of the African American History Task Force, which monitors how districts heed the law.

“This new statute now basically says if African American history is being taught, it is going to be taught in such an inappropriate, historically inaccurate, watered down way that it makes it untenable,” said former State Sen. Dwight Bullard, a Democrat, who attended the Board of Education meeting in Orlando on Wednesday.

The meeting seemed designed to deter the average person from going, Bullard said. It was held on a weekday in the back of resort with $28 parking (more than $30 for valet). After the guidelines were explained, a public comment portion ensued during which the vast majority opposed the changes. Then the board voted to approve the curriculum.

A former high school history teacher, Bullard couldn’t fathom telling his students that there’s a “silver lining in slavery.” He then took it a step further.

“Imagine the blowback of the same teacher trying to give you the upside of Nazi Germany,” said Bullard, now the senior political advisor of Florida Rising, a voting rights group in Florida. “Not only would it not be allowed, there would be bipartisan outrage over the idea that any teacher, a teacher or a curriculum trying to give the sunny side of Adolf Hitler. Yet we now have an African American history statute that is supposed to now give you this notion of the benevolent master, or the upside or benefit of being enslaved in America. It’s crazy.”

To Marvin Dunn, a man who has made a career off of keeping Florida’s Black history alive, most recently through his “Teach the Truth” tours, the issues with the new curriculum were plentiful. He called the “attempt to reach some sort of equivalency for racial violence in our history” flat-out wrong. He called the idea that enslaved people benefited from their subjugation “evil.” And he called the sparse mention of lynchings, which was only found twice in an explanation of guidelines, downright disrespectful.

Awakening Black parents

Dunn also questioned why students had to learn about “slavery in China, slavery in Asia, slavery in Africa” in a Black history course, something he saw as an an effort to show that “we were just another country that had slavery.” American slavery, however, was very unique.

“It was the only system of slavery in the world in which the people who were enslaved were defined as property, were reduced to chattel property,” Dunn said.

“For a Black child to sit in a Florida classroom and hear that their ancestors benefited from enslavement, how do you think” they will react? Dunn asked. “They are going to be hurt, they are going to be angry, they are going to tell their parents that this is being taught in the school.”

That, if anything, is the only positive takeaway from the situation: “These standards have awakened a sleeping giant that’s Black parents in this state,” Dunn said.

Etienne agreed, adding that she’s already in contact with many parents who have voiced their displeasure. She, for one, doesn’t have a choice but to abide by the new guidelines.

What she will do, though, is encourage her students to do their own research. To think critically. To answer their questions honestly.

“My plan is to give them as much information as possible so that they can make their own decisions,” Etienne said.

#florida #lies #teachers #education #desantis lies #gop #white lies #systemic racism #american history #Black Lives Matter #tell the truth #Teachers enraged that Florida’s new Black history standards say slaves could ‘benefit’

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— When the 2000 election recount ordered by the Florida Supreme Court was halted by five corrupt Republicans on the US Supreme Court — handing the White House to George W. Bush by a disputed 537 votes — nobody knew at the time that Florida Governor Jeb Bush’s Secretary of State, Katherine Harris, had commissioned a huge purge of voters, using a list of Texas felons that was 68% Black and Hispanic.

Harris did this because the national pool of Black and Hispanic names is relatively small: Black felons in Texas with names like Jim Washington or Jose Gonzalez are extremely likely to have similarly named counterparts in any other state with large Black and Hispanic populations like Florida.

Thus, when those Texas names were compared via a “loose match” (didn’t require a birthday or middle name match) with Florida voters’ names, disproportionate numbers of Black and Hispanic Florida voters were deemed to be possible felons who’d somehow recently moved to Florida from Texas, and tens of thousands were removed from the voter rolls. As the US Commission on Civil Rights noted:

“14.4 percent of Florida’s black voters cast ballots that were rejected. This compares with approximately 1.6 percent of nonblack Florida voters who did not have their presidential votes counted. … [I]n the state's largest county, Miami-Dade, more than 65 percent of the names on the purge list were African Americans, who represented only 20.4 percent of the population.”

— When Donald Trump was certified the winner of the 2016 election, nobody knew at the time that Russia had illegally poured millions of dollars and hundreds of thousands of man-hours into targeting swing state voters identified by the RNC, whose names were handed off to Russian Intelligence by Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort.

When Robert Mueller’s FBI team determined this crime had helped put Trump in the White House, and that Trump had personally intervened in investigations ten separate times in ways that could be prosecuted as criminal obstruction of justice, Bill Barr kept the news from America until the story had largely faded from the headlines.

What will it be this November? We have some clues.

— With the blessing of five Republicans on the 2018 Supreme Court, Republican-controlled states with large Black and Hispanic populations are purging voter rolls like there’s no tomorrow. Just between 2020 and 2022, fully 19,260,000 Americans — 8.5% of all registered voters — were purged. The purge rate in Red states was 40% higher than the rest of the country. We won’t know this year’s purge numbers until well after the election is over.

— The GOP is trying to organize an “army” of 100,000 rightwing warriors to show up at polling places to “oversee” elections and challenge voters they think look suspicious. They’ll also be challenging signature matches on mail-in ballots, particularly in Blue cities in Red states.

— Republican elected officials from the state level all the way up to the US Senate are refusing to say that they’ll accept or certify the result of the election this fall if Donald Trump doesn’t win. Multiple Republican members of Congress have asserted that only the House of Representatives should decide the presidential election this year (which would throw the election to Trump regardless of who the voters or electoral college choose).

— In multiple states, Republicans have passed laws allowing them to manipulate and change the location of polling places, criminalize voter registration drives, replace Democratic and nonpartisan election officials with partisan GOP hacks, and in Georgia and Arizona throw out ballots from entire precincts. As Steven Levitsky and Daniel Ziblatt noted for The Atlantic: “Throwing out thousands of ballots in rival strongholds may be profoundly antidemocratic, but it is technically legal, and Republicans in several states now have a powerful stick with which to enforce such practices.”

— Typically, when politicians engage in nakedly deceptive politicking or election theft they’re outed in the press and punished at the polls. Since 2020, however, Republicans have rewarded their politicians who tell lies and engage in underhanded tactics, suggesting there will be no limits to what the Trump campaign might do or say in the weeks leading up to the election, including the use of deepfakes and AI.

— Saudi Arabia and Russia — both allies of Trump — have cut oil production by over 1.4 million barrels a day to drive up gasoline prices leading up to this November, just like they did in a dress rehearsal during the fall of 2022. History shows that gas prices spiking over $5 or even $6 a gallon will have a measurable impact on inflation and thus the election.

— Russia fielded a small army of online trolls to assist Trump’s electoral efforts in 2016 and 2020. Expect the same in November, except this time, according to Secretary of State Anthony Blinken, China is also getting into the act on the GOP’s behalf.

— Benjamin Netanyahu defied President Obama when he was engaged in delicate negotiations with Iran, visiting the US and addressing Congress at the invitation of Republicans. He’s expected to do the same slap-in-the-face gesture this fall to Biden, along with defying the president’s wish that Israel minimize civilian casualties in Gaza. Netanyahu will do everything he can to ensure Trump comes back into office if for no other reason than keeping himself out of prison; demoralizing young progressive voters will almost certainly be at the top of his list.

But these are all things we know about right now, even if there’s little we can do about most of them.

Given the Nixon/Reagan/Bush examples, our biggest concern should be to find the things we’d otherwise look back on after the inauguration and say about them, “Nobody knew at the time…”

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Music Mondays

Today I drew James Brown aka 'The hardest-working man in the Show Business','Godfather of soul','Soul brother No.1' and 'Mr. Dynamite'.He was born on May 3rd in 1933. In Barnwell, South Carolina in a small wooden shack. His name was supposed to be Joseph James Brown but his first name and middle name got switched by accident. His dad was a mix of African American and Native American descent meanwhile his mom was a mix of African American and Asian descent. His family lived in poverty in Elko, South Carolina which was an impoverished town in 1933. And when he was 4 or 5, his family moved to Augusta, Georgia, they first settled in one of the aunt's brothel then they later shared a house with another aunt, his mom left the family because of contentious and abusive marriage and moved to New York (I don't know if his dad or mom had custody of him).He then began singing in talent shows as a young child, first appearing at Augusta's Lenox Theater in 1944. Winning the show after singing the ballad 'So Long'. While in Augusta, he performed buck dances for change to entertain troops from Camp Gordon at the start of World War II as their convoys traveled over a canal bridge near his aunt's home.Now this is where he first heard the legendary blues musician Howlin' Wolf play guitar.Then learned to play the piano, guitar, and harmonica during this period (so he was a multi-instrumentalist). He became inspired to become an entertainer after hearing 'Caldonia' by Louis Jordan and Tympany Five. In his teen years James had a career as a boxer for a short time.At the age of 16 he was convicted of robbery and sent to a juvenile detention center in Toccoa.In juvenile detention center, he formed a gospel quartet with four fellow cellmates, including Johnny Terry.He met singer Bobby Byrd when the two played against each other in a baseball game outside the detention center. Byrd also discovered that James could sing after hearing of 'A guy called music box', which was James's nickname at the prison. Bobby has since claimed he and his family helped to secure an early release, which led to James promising the court he would sing for the Lord. Brown was released on a work sponsorship with Toccoa business owner S.C. Lawson. Lawson was impressed with James's work ethic and secured his release with a promise to keep him employed for two years.He was paroled on June 14 in 1952.James went on to work with both of Lawson's sons, and would come back to visit the family from time to time throughout his career. Shortly after being paroled he joined the gospel group the Ever-Ready Gospel Singers, featuring Bobby's sister Sara. From 1954. Till 1961. He joined the band that changed its name into 'The Famous Flames' after their composition 'Please, please, please' became their hit. And the band would break up and be renamed as 'James Brown and his famous flames' and he released the ballad 'Try me' which was a hit in 1959. And the band then got revived. The band released their top 10 hit called '(Do the) Mashed Potatoes' on Dade Records, James released an album called 'Think!' under 'the famous flames' and even more such as 'Bewildered','I'll go crazy' and 'think' which hinted his shouting style. From 1962. To 1966. He became famous as Mr. Dynamite for the hits 'Lost Someone', 'Baby you're right','Joe Tex', 'Prisoner of love','Papa's got a brand new bag' (to which he won Grammy awards),'I got you' and his No.1 hit 'It's a Man's Man's Man's world'.From 1967. To 1970. He became known as Soul Brother No.1 for his hits 'Cold Sweat', 'Give it up or turnit a loose', 'Licking stick','Funky Drummer','Mother Popcorn','

I got the Feelin'','Gettin' Down to it','Soul on top' and 'I can't stand myself'.He did was active in social issues such as racism, He communed with the presidents and elected officials of all political stripes,made groundbreaking black pride anthems and may have saved Boston from being burned by rioters. He had Type 2 Diabetes that was not diagnosed for long and survived prostate cancer. Unfortunately on Christmas in 2006. He did from congestive heart failure. He won so many honors and awards throughout his life and after death,in 1993. The bridge is named after him 'James Brown Soul center of the universe bridge',he was inducted in Georgia music hall of Fame, Rock and roll hall of Fame,UK music hall of Fame, Atlantic city hall of fame,R&B music hall of Fame.He was awarded with lifetime achievement award after 34th annual Grammy award after that he got another lifetime achievement award for rhythm and blues pioneer award.He even got the star on the Hollywood walk of Fame.He got BMI urban icon at the BMI urban awards, he received the Golden Plate Award of the American Academy of Achievements.Mayor Charles DeVaney of Augusta held a ceremony to dedicate a section of 9th Street between Broad and Twiggs Streets, renamed 'James Brown Boulevard'.For his 72nd birthday, Augusta unveiled the bronze statue of him that was life-sized.The officials renamed the city's civic center the 'James Brown Arena'.president of Paine College, a historically black college in Augusta, Georgia, bestowed posthumously upon his an honorary doctorate in recognition and honor of his many contributions to the school in the times of need from the Paine College May 2007 commencement.During the 49th Annual Grammy Awards presentation on February 11 in 2007.James Brown's famous cape was draped over a microphone by Danny Ray at the end of a montage in honor of notable people in the music industry who died during the previous year. Earlier that evening, Christina Aguilera delivered an impassioned performance of Brown's hit 'It's a Man's Man's Man's World' followed by a standing ovation, while Chris Brown performed a dance routine in honor of James Brown.In his honor there was an art competition to create a James Brown tribute box on the corner of James Brown Blvd. (9th Ave.) and Broad St. The winner was Ms. Robbie Pitts Bellamy.

We feel good!

#Blm #black history #black history month #Black future month #We feel good #james brown

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