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Autistic NY Black teen gets lost running 5K, assaulted by a white man who’s afraid of getting mugged.

For more than two years, Clarise Coleman faithfully attended every track practice and every cross-country meet for her son, Chase.

A few weeks ago, Chase, who is a nearly nonverbal autistic child, was running in a meet in Rochester, New York, with his team from Corcoran High School - was assaulted by a stranger in the middle of a race.

Coleman was waiting for him at a part of the course where runners would come down a hill but he didn’t appear and she went looking for him. She was shouting his name and then she started to meet people who pointed in the direction of her son. One of them said:

“I see a grown man, who is quite tall and fairly heavy … exit the vehicle and give this young man a shove that puts him back 10 feet and flat on his butt. Like, just shoved him across the road. The kid didn’t seem to be doing anything but standing there, obviously had nothing in his hands and weighed all of 130 pounds. This guy was easily twice that.”

This tall white guy was a 57-year-old man named Martin MacDonald who told the police that the reason he attacked the Black kid was he thought Chase was going to mug his wife and take her purse.

“My son is a minor. [MacDonald is] a grown man,” Coleman said she told police. “He put his hands on my son. Of course I want to press charges.”

However the police was deaf and on Oct. 21, Rochester City Court Judge Caroline Morrison sent a letter to the Colemans that shocked them:

She had denied their warrant application, and MacDonald would not be charged for second-degree harassment.

Now the autistic Black boy refused to go to practices and skipped running in his last meet of the season. He turned his running uniform in to his coach, who gently encouraged him to change his mind. Chase refused.

“We just keep telling him, ‘You didn’t do anything wrong. Chase is good. There are mean people and there are nice people and this person was just a mean person,’ ” Coleman said. “We just keep apologizing to him that happened. Especially me. I kept apologizing to him that I couldn’t keep him safe.”

The attack deeply traumatized him and he lost one of the few things that gave him a sense of pride and belonging.

Please, make a shout out to this outrageous accident! The white man still didn’t receive any punishment for ruining life of the Black boy. THIS IS HELL!

#StayWoke #BlackChildrenMatter #WhitePrivilege

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Every reblog that includes Martin MacDonald in it is another web page to help make sure that when you google Martin MacDonald’s name, it’s in connection with child abuse and racism.

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harleyqquinn

mens-rights-activia

I just saw the funniest video on facebook omg (x)

futureblackwakandan-deactivated

IM CACKLING 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

bellaxiao

National Museum of African American History and Culture at night ✊

drayofsun

😍😭

poetastoned

Beautiful.

famousdreamerfury-blog

!!!!!!!! LISTEN UP THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT !!!!!!!!!!!

Wikileaks just proved that the Primary Election was rigged. 20,000 freshly leaked emails reveal resentful disdain toward Sanders, as party favored Clinton long before any votes were cast

The best part? these aren’t even all of the files.

because on On July 25, the same day the DNC is supposed to name Hillary as the Democratic Nominee, Wikileaks is releasing thousands of DNC/Clinton emails.

stay tuned….

Source / Files

#StayWoke

krxs10

GUYS!!! YOU NEED TO KNOW THIS TWITTERS DOING EVERYTHING TO SHUT THIS DOWN

prettyboyshyflizzy

I saw Twitter keeps deleting the the hashtag smh.

angelinthefire

Looks like Sanders should have waited before giving his endorsement. :P

memewhore

lesbiancousin

*walks up to straight couple* which one of you is the bee and which one of you is the fully grown adult woman who left her fiance for the bee?

vuqt

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For God did not call us to be impure, but to live a holy life. - 1 Thessalonians 4:7

giraffepoliceforce

Why not vote third party?

Listen I am all for political revolution and dismantling the two party system but I would rather attempt that on a year where using my vote for a third party might not result in the election of the antichrist.

peterdwebb

You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage but He is building a palace. He intends to come & live in it Himself.

C. S. Lewis (via peterdwebb)

So I don’t have my journal with me, which is the only reason I’m posting this online, but maybe God will use it to speak to someone!

Long story short, my two best friends and I here at school signed a lease recently to live off-campus. It all came together seamlessly; on Wednesday night, the 3 other girls we were going to live with on campus dropped, and by Saturday, we had a house. God was so in it, we had a peace that surpassed all understanding, and when we leaned not on our own understanding but on God’s, He made straight our paths. We rejoiced like crazy and have been so excited since.

The thing is, since I’m technically a sophomore next year instead of a junior like them (due to my gap year), I’m still bound to my school’s 2 year on-campus residency requirement. I had heard of people getting out of this for various reasons, so I figured I wouldn’t have an issue with it, especially since my grievance is medical. Since coming to school here and eating the food my school offers, I’ve been sick weekly. I developed a gluten-intolerance that lasted several months that eventually went away, but I still very regularly end up sick to my stomach, bloated, in awful pain after eating on campus. My parents have spent hundreds of dollars on groceries as I’ve wasted my pre-paid meal swipes since I get so sick. I explained all this, and mentioned my gap year and the fact that I lived on my own last year and also will be 21 this summer, in my request to be released from the rule.

We signed the lease before I was approved.....and then I wasn’t approved. I didn’t sweat it, because I have heard they always say no at first but relent if your parents get involved. Well, my parents sent several lengthy emails appealing the decision and saying that it is a requirement that I live off-campus and that we have already signed a legally binding lease with 2 other girls.

Today, they denied my appeal. I spiraled into a mess of anger, stress, frustration, anxiety, and fear. What will we do now? I thought. What can we possibly do? It will be so terrible to get out of this lease, which came together so perfectly, and ruin this for Olivia and Anna and lose the money we paid on the security deposit and have to each live who knows where on campus with who knows whom. It’s not fair! I shouted. This is ridiculous! Absurd! How dare they! How inconsiderate of them! In essence, I threw a hissy fit for not getting just what I wanted, when I wanted it, how I wanted it.

Truthfully, I’m still a little angry. I’m definitely upset and disappointed. I’m still stressed and anxious and fearful. I’m still worried. I still feel foolish and small and weak, powerless, helpless, pathetic, stupid.

What a perfect state in which to “then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Hebrews 4:16). It hurts to stop squirming and flailing, planning and kicking and screaming, manipulating and controlling and fretting. It hurts to sit in my powerlessness. It hurts me to look down at myself and see how sinful my reaction to this blow has been. Thus far, I have not “counted it all joy” when I have met “trials of various kinds” (James 1:2). I have stomped my feet and complained and thrown a distrusting side eye at God. I don’t understand! I’ve told him. You made everything come together so perfectly, and now this?! What are You doing up there?!

What I should have asked in response to this news, upon looking into my sinful heart, is “what are You asking me to let you do in here?” My heart recoils within me at the thought of not getting my way and then being utterly, unbearably powerless as I pray and trust that someone other than me will handle it. Even when that someone is the God of the universe that created me and delights in my prayers (”the prayer of the upright is his delight” [Proverbs 15:8]). **Side note: I am the least upright - it is God, not our own goodness, that makes man and woman upright** But, more importantly, God’s heart recoils within him at the thought of abandoning me in my sinfulness; His compassion overflows (Hosea 11:8), and He chooses to save me. Even now, when I claim to be a bond-servant for His name and serve instead my fears, anxieties, and quick temper.

Do I absolutely hate the thought of not getting to live in this house with my 2 best friends? Yep, it is far from ideal, and I admit that I will be pretty upset if it doesn’t work out. BUT, God’s goodness is not dependent upon His fulfillment of my present wants and wishes. If God removes me from this plan (even if I felt sure that He Himself had organized it perfectly), then it’s because He is being good to me. It’s because He is loving me well. “For the LORD God is a sun and shield; the LORD bestows favor and honor. No good thing does he withhold from those who walk uprightly“ (Psalm 84:11). God’s plans and God’s plans alone are the ones that will prosper me: “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11).

I can hate what I see all I want, but if I look beyond the exterior of what I think I want, I’ll see myself - sinful, weak, unwise, unknowing, faithless. And if I look beyond what I claim to despise, I am confident I’ll see the One who loves me enough to give it to me despite my tantrums - holy, strong, wise, all-knowing, faithful. I’ll see my God, and it is my God that I truly want. “My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?“ (Psalm 42:2). Praise God that the answer is “right here!” The answer is “right now!” God, forgive my overt distrust of Your goodness, Your love, Your ability. Somehow, I have found myself in this unbelievable, too-good-to-be-true place of being called “the man [woman] whom the king delights to honor” (Esther 6:7). And I pray for the meekness, trust, and peace to rest and rejoice in this identity that I never could have earned on my own.

#personal #college #spring 2016 #Jesus #faith #hope #God #provision #doubt #fear #anxiety #worry #anger

So after seeing posts and photos of a bunch of my friends as they moved to Tokyo or Shanghai for Disney contracts, and after writing an article for my school newspaper about my gap year performing at Disney, I am longing more than normal to pursue this stubborn, unrealistic dream to perform at a Disney park abroad. I know how competitive it is and how big of a commitment it is....so, as with everything, it would truly have to be the Lord's will for me. But I pray that He will satisfy this desire of my heart or else give me peace if He has something better for me. Nonetheless, I'm happy for my friends and can't wait to hear more about their adventures.

windsswept

do you ever just think about Jesus living here on earth

i think sometimes we tend to think He just bounced from one miracle to another and everyday was a Bible story but His ministry lasted for three years and the Gospels don’t actually cover that much so

imagine all those ordinary days??

He probably had favorite foods and morning routines and sore dirty feet from walking while sweat ran in His eyes in the hot Judean sun and He got blisters and hiccups and colds and maybe He snored

all the times He laughed till He cried and i bet He had inside jokes with His disciples. imagine having an inside joke with the person who gives you breath to laugh in the first place

and He had human skills He knew how to build a house and cook and wash his clothes and read

passing food at the dinner table and bumping hands with Jesus

talking about silly inconsequential things like the weather

maybe some nights John was sleepy and he leaned against Jesus and could hear His heartbeat

maybe some nights a disciple had insomnia and he climbed out of his bedroll to find Jesus sitting against a rock, looking up at heaven, and they sat and watched the stars together

(the God of the universe looking up through short-sighted eyes at His creation, and the disciple wants so badly to ask what it was like to shape each star, but he looks at those calloused human hands and something in him trembles)

do you ever think that the ordinary days so far outnumbered the miraculous ones that the disciples, sometimes, almost forgot

and then He goes and turns water into wine and feeds five thousand people from a kid’s lunch and brings dead Lazarus walking alive out of the tomb and they just kind of lose their breath

not because they didn’t expect deity to accomplish the impossible but because this God has been living with them

it’s not the miracles that are unthinkable

thoughyourheartisaching

This is so beautiful.

Also, imagine his ordinary days with his family. Imagine Joseph telling him stories and he listening, paying attention. Imagine when Joseph and Mary put child Jesus in bed and could hear his breathing sounds. Or imagine the inside jokes he had with his mother about his father, or with his father about his mother. Imagine the God of the world not only looking at the stars but also watching the majesty of a sunset. Imagine child Jesus running around the house, singing beautiful and cute cultural songs that Mary might’ve taught him. Imagine his joy when he ate his favorite food or taking a bath after a hot day.

Imagine Joseph’s doubt when figuring out that he would have to teach carpentry to God himself. And that Jesus, the Lord, actually took time to listen and learn his old father’s words. Imagine God’s humble attitudes. We usually say that he humbled himself by coming as a human. But it’s only when we actually think about what makes us human, that we get the idea of how big was it. The God of the world taking time and putting effort to learn what we, merely humans, had to teach/say. And he wanted to. He wanted to be near us. And be one of us. When God lowered himself, that’s when He showed us how big He was.

pastiche-puzzle-piece

This is absolutely beautiful, and I've never thought of Jesus's life in such detail like this....wow.