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Diamond Renyold’s word as being discredited after the shocking live streaming of the shooting and killing of her boyfriend by the police.


Previous live videos have been used to claim this two may have been up to more than just driving, accounts recount incidents of previous videos in the following order that will leave you sad and devastated for no other but her daughter in the back of the car watching. The child is basically mentally scarred. The video demonstrates that…

  1. Three days before his death, Castile took part in another one of Reynold’s Facebook Live videos. In this video Diamond Reynolds sits in the driver’s seat and films herself smoking pot. She passes the joint to Castile. This all takes place while Reynold’s daughter watches from the back seat.
  2. In addition to showcasing her own drug use, the majority of the video is Reynolds filming her body parts for the world to see, including her breasts and crotch. In addition to Castile not saying a word about Reynold’s actions, her daughter can be seen in the background — visibly disturbed by the situation.
  3. During the video, Reynolds tells her viewers to have a safe 4th of July and to put all the guns away.
  4. Later in the video, after Reynolds and Castile are finished smoking pot, Castile gets in the driver’s seat and drives off while Reynolds continues to film herself on Facebook Live.




Please stick to the incident as it happened and give justice a chance.



Apologies again to anyone reading this – it may actually tip your hatred over and make you want more devastating hate race war to continue but I can reassure you that this is the most ignorant intelligently (as in no spelling errors and punctuations)  written apology I have seen. The type my grandma will class as “Beautiful like an ape” or “Common sense is not common” kind of remarks! It’s befuddling!








Excerpted from “One Righteous Man: Samuel Battle and the Shattering of the Color Line”in New York”
On December 27, 1911, Samuel Battle rose from probationary recruit to full-fledged police officer. The newspapers took stock of the historic event, with the Times reporting: “Six months ago men thought that Battle would be hazed into resigning, or at least into asking for transfer. Now they know he isn’t that sort and he has made himself respected.” But, the paper also stated: “The ‘silence’ that began when Battle entered the Precinct last July is as deep as ever today, not because Battle is a Negro—although that was the reason at first—but because every white policeman is now afraid of what would be said to and about him if he made any attempt to bring the ‘silence’ to an end.”


The New York Sun offered an unnamed officer’s words about Battle as typical:

He has never said anything uncivil and he does more than his share of the work. For instance, one day there was a mess of a grocery cart and an automobile on Central Park West. There were three prisoners and all I could tend to under the circumstances were two. Along comes Battle on his way to the stationhouse. Says he: “Want me to take one of them in?” Breakin’ my rule about not speakin’ to him I says: “I certainly would be obliged.” So he takes the prisoner to the house as cheerful as you please; and if you know how the ordinary policeman hates to do anybody else’s work, you know what that means. But as for sayin’ “Howdydo” to Battle in the station house—not me.

The Sun reported that, at the moment, Battle was reading a work by Winston Churchill, had just finished Thomas Hardy’s Tess of the D’Urbervilles, and that he also favored best-selling author Marie Corelli, whose Thelma was a love story set in Norway. The paper noted that Battle had read Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire but that he felt it was more important to understand American history about which, the Sun concluded, “his memory is accurate.”

Never was Battle more alone, and never was he more open to scrutiny by internal affairs shoo-flies who lurked in the dark than when standing fixed post from midnight to morning. Even Inspector Max Schmittberger—the feared Schmittberger—came by personally to check. Once as corrupt as a cop could be, Schmittberger had confessed his crimes before a state senate investigating committee, emerged a hero, and become the scourge of rule breakers. Battle withstood his spying, as well as the unforgiving gaze of William Randolph Hearst, the newspaper publisher, whose windows overlooked Riverside Drive and Eighty-Sixth Street. “We used to look up at Mr. Hearst—he would come and look down on the policemen, and we were afraid not to be there,” Battle remembered.

Decades later, putting pencil to paper in the great old townhouse, he revealed the depths of the torment that dogged him:

With my fellow officers it was a sin to be a Negro, hence the fight of survival and achievement was on. It seemed that all was against me, including God, in whom I had and have a great deal of faith and to whom I prayed fervently and religiously.



racismlarge-editedlanguageLately the lines have been extremely blurred with regards to Racism- A topic that can devide and rule communities in it’s  wake… Or turn everything to shambles.

In essence a very bipolar topic. Basic phrases like ‘I can’t breath’ can move a nation to riots.

If you were asked to hold a placard today about Racism… What will your placard read??  love thy neighbour as thyself. Is what #purfectescape’s placard will read.