Slavery reparations federal suit filed

Hmmmm...Where are they getting the money to file a lawsuit?

"As Sept. 11 approaches, we will mourn for the lives lost in last year's terrorism attacks, but no one has ever mourned the loss of lives in the transatlantic slave trade and the lynchings and the terrorist attack that we as African descendants have had to endure under 240 years of slavery."

Have these people no shame? Wait a minute, I think I know the answer already.

Hopefully Gov. Foster will do something about this one, like when he shot down the suit against gun companies.

Wow! Does that mean Antoinette Harrell-Miller has never mourned either. Must mean she's just after the money for a fund she surely wants to adminsister.

Question: Which side of the reparations payout should she be on since she is descended from both slave and slave holder?

Antoinette Harrell-Miller also lied: "But no one ever gave one dollar to any black family after the emancipation of slavery in 1865. We are still trying to collect our 40 acres and a mule, with interest."

In Texas, there was welfare system set up for the benefit of Blacks only.

I want my Celtic Leader to file suit againist the Italians,because the Romans made my forebearers in England slaves.

While the Great Celtic Leader is about, he/she needs to go after the Vikings too.

Welfare
+ Affirmative action
= Reparations

YAAAAWWWWNNNNN!!!

So why are you stopping her from mourning? Shame on you.

This case has no standing- it should be dismissed at once.

To add a little balance I include this excerpt from Gov. Allen's final annual message to the Legislature of La.
It is doubtful if any of the citizens of Alexandria or anywhere else in the path of Bank's banditti received a dollar in reparations for the actions of agents of the US government detailed in Gov Allen's inimitable prose. The actions detailed which were repeated a thousand fold throughout the South during the WBTS should be quite reparations enough for anyone.

Annual Message of Governor Henry Watkins Allen,
to the Legislature of the State of Louisiana. January 1865:

In the month of March last, Maj. Gen. N. P. Banks, of the Federal army, arrived at Alexandria with a force estimated at forty thousand men, and a co-operating navy of sixty gunboats and transports, with a legion of camp-followers and speculators in their train. He pushed his columns up the valley of Red river, meeting with no obstacles until within a few miles of Mansfield, where he found what he did not look for--a fight. The gallant Taylor was there, surrounded by the elite of Texas, Arkansas, Missouri, and Louisiana. The battle was fought, and such a battle! History will record it as one of the most brilliant conflicts of the war. Banks & Co. were routed, horse, foot and dragoons. They were pursued to Pleasant Hill, where another severe engagement ensued, and the "grand army" fled in wild confusion to Grand Ecore. Here was the most disgraceful retreat of modern times. Every transportable article of value was carried off, and the rest destroyed. I saw feather beds ripped up--windows smashed in--looms and spinning wheels broken in pieces--the rich and poor faring alike. Gen. Banks slept at the residence of a highly respectable lady at Pleasant Hill, during his hegira. Upon leaving the house of this gentlewoman, his body-guard stole all the furniture, bedding, etc., from the room which this gallant General occupied! From Mansfield to the Mississippi the track of the spoiler is one scene of utter desolation. The fine estates on Cane and Red rivers, on bayous Rapides, Robert, and DeGlaize, were all devastated. Houses, gins, mills, barns, and fences were burned--the negroes, old and young, were carried off--horses, cattle, hogs, and every living thing driven away or killed.

When they left the beautiful town of Alexandria, it was fired in many places by order of commanding officers. While it was in flames, and the women and children flying in terror from their burning houses, the drunken and redoubtable Gen. A. J. Smith rode amidst his infuriated myrmidons, and exclaimed with fiendish delight: "Boys, this looks like war!"

It is a sad commentary on human nature, and sickening to the hearts of all honorable men, to see to what extent the Yankees have carried their thieving propensities, and how low they have descended in the scale of common decency. Yankee preachers boastfully exhibit on their shelves rare and costly books stolen from the libraries of Southern gentlemen. Yankee women are daily seen in the streets of Yankee cities and towns, bedecked in stolen silks and bespangled with jewels of which their husbands and paramours have robbed the persons of our country-women. Yankee boys drink from stolen silver cups, while Yankee babies cut their teeth on stolen silver spoons! As a steamer descends the Mississippi, a Yankee school-mistress calls to the commander from the bank to capture her a piano. These are facts--notorious, well authenticated and undeniable. Such are the christian men who are fighting us! Such the christian women who receive the fruits of all these robberies.

In order that the world may know, in part, what Louisiana has suffered, and that future generations of her sons may recur to these sufferings as a perpetual incentive to hate the Yankee race, I have caused reports of Yankee outrages in the several parishes to be prepared, supported by affidavits, made under the supervision of men of great respectability and integrity. These reports when published will comprise a mass of information of a reliable and documentary character, interesting to all civilized people.
In perusing this volume of crime and infamy, the very blood will boil in your veins. The evidence taken is under oath, carefully weighed and strictly scrutinized; my instructions having been to learn and record the truth, without coloring of any kind.

One occurrence has come to my knowledge not mentioned in these papers. On the retreat of Banks last spring, one of his Generals rode to a lady's house and asked for a drink of water. She gave him with her own hands a silver goblet full of cold water. After satisfying his thirst, the unblushing scoundrel examined the cup with the eye of a foot-pad, deliberately put it in his pocket and rode off! Can any age, clime or nation show in the dark and bloody annals of war, an act of meanness to exceed this theft by a Federal General dressed in full Yankee uniform?
Orders were issued by their Commanding Generals to take all personal property and to destroy what could not be carried off, No christian or even civilized people have heretofore pursued this brutal policy. It was reserved alone for the Yankee race to sanction and applaud in this nineteenth century, that which shocks the moral sense of the christian world. Even when the Czar of all the Russias confiscates whole Polish villages, seizes the lands, blots out the very name of the department, and exiles the victims of his wrath to Siberia, he respects their personal property and allows them to carry it with them; but the Federals rejoice in destroying all they cannot steal.

A traveler visiting the field of Solferino a few months after the collision of the hostile armies there, would scarcely have known that a great battle had occurred. A few fallen mulberry trees, a few rifle pits, and the long trenches that held the silent dead, were all the marks of the terrible conflict where forty thousand brave men fell. No farm houses were burned, no villages sacked, no blackened ruins were seen. Two christian nations were contending for the mastery, and their campaigns were conducted by the rules of civilized warfare. Here, how different! To the christian stranger I would say: Come and see our blackened walls--our smoking ruins--our desolated homes--our demolished villages. Come, oh! come and see the widow and the orphan, robbed by a Yankee General, begging bread from door to door. Come and see tender women with their little children flying from the torch of the incendiary and the brutal touch of Yankee officers. See the venerable mother, seventy years of age, hung by the neck and stripped of her clothing to make her disclose where she had placed her own treasure. [This was done by Col. McCaleb, of the U. S. Army, now stationed at Natchez, in his raid upon "Sicily Island," who at the same time robbed many young ladies of their jewelry, tearing open their dresses and exposing their persons.] Think of all this, ye christian strangers, and tell us are we wrong or are we right in fighting these fiends of hell to the last extremity?

Tell us would it not be right in the eyes of God and man, to arm the whole population--to arm every man, woman and child--every free negro and slave--and fight these devils with burning hate and holy revenge? We are told that this world and all that in it is, will one day be destroyed by fire, and that matter itself will return to the God who made it. Yet one thing will remain: it is Eternal Justice. To the justice of the Great Ruler we appeal, and with His blessing we mean to triumph.

Gen. Banks had emblazoned upon his banners, "Shreveport or Hell." He did not reach Shreveport. His legs saved him from hell. It is believed, however, that he will reach the latter place--for it is prepared for those who have shed their brothers' blood--for the "Devil and his angels."
If the "dark and sulphurous pit" was paved with cotton bales, I verily believe that N. P. Banks with his co-partners in trade, Messrs. Mansfield & Co., of New Orleans, would get up an expedition with government transportation, in order to beg, buy or steal from the devil the aforesaid cotton. The disgraceful overtures which they have made, and which they are now making, for cotton, are disgusting to every honorable man.

And now the country presents the appearance of the Carnatic as described by Edmund Burke, after the terrible raid of Hyder Ali upon its plains. You can travel for miles in many portions of Louisiana, through a once thickly settled country, and not see a man nor a woman, nor a child, nor a four-footed beast. The farm houses have been burned--the plantations deserted--the once smiling fields are now grown up in briars and brakes, in parasites and poisonous vines--a painful melancholy broods over the land and desolation reigns supreme.

"If I do not look among the cows and horses, I will not find my people," said Leonard

Robert Westley, an associate professor at Tulane Law School, said the lawsuits will face hurdles...

A bit of an understatement, IMHO of course.

Hey, war is hell.

That's it! I'm claiming my piece of the pie. I'm filing a suit against the state of Mass. for reparations because I had a distant aunt burned as a witch.

I'm assuming, of course, that no black people will be allowed on the jury since they arguably stand to benefit from any award.

As I have previously noted, they know they will lose. They'll lose this and the next one. And they will keep on losing (just like the tobacco suits) until they hit one "sweet" jury and win a billion dollars.

Part of the strategy is to keep the drumbeat of "reparations" continually in the news. Eventually it is absorbed by the masses--they keep hearing about it, and eventually the idea is planted: "Gee, there must be something to it."

And eventually, in Detroit or L.A. or somewhere they will find a jury to agree--and then the floodgates open, dozens of copycat lawsuits, and the LAWYERS make zillions of dollars (which is why they are doing this in the first place.)

--Boris