10 Points of Light: Coloplast fine proves the Minneapolis Department of Civil Rights has never enforced compliance in any sense of the word
Star Tribune veteran journalist Steve Brandt posted an article about Coloplast, “Danish firm to pay Minneapolis $600,000 for missing jobs target.” The missing parts of Brandt’s one-sided story fail to mention or look at the systemic and continued failure of Minneapolis’ Civil Rights Department and their inability to preform the duties set fourth in the City of Minneapolis Ordinances. IBNN has taken the story and pinpoints some troubling facts. What’s needed now with Coloplast is a Community Benefits Agreement.
By Don Allen, Founder – IBNN NEWS
Minneapolis, Minn. – 1. After Coloplast bought the company that owned the property, it built a new $39 million facility on West River Road N. The city provided a $2.94 million subsidy through tax-increment financing, allowing the company to divert much of its property-tax payments to paying off eligible development expenses. (Suckers!)
2. City officials such as Council President Barbara Johnson expressed confidence two years ago that the firm’s hiring would rebound. But now Johnson said that the city’s goals in general might be too ambitious because employers report they’re having trouble-finding workers. (Can someone call Summit Academy’s Louis King ask what and who they are training and what for?)
3. A multinational medical products company is being penalized $600,000 because it didn’t live up to the plan. It has since added five employees and said it plans to add 20 more by early 2015. But it has just half the 500 jobs that former Mayor R.T. Rybak boasted in a 2009 speech the facility would bring to the site. (Mayor R.T. Rybak knew Coloplast would never meet their goal, nor did he or the Minneapolis Department of Civil Rights monitor or enforce.)
4. Nearly $3 million in tax relief from Minneapolis. (Why? You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.)
5. The Danish firm fell well short of goals for total jobs, as well as specific targets for hiring city residents, and those from the North Side. The firm had seven and one-half years to meet the goals from the time it got city assistance to locate on the upper Mississippi riverfront in 2007. (You cannot hire people from a poor community when your culture (Danish) rejects and minimizes the black body).
6. Coloplast was supposed to employ 338 people under the city’s targets, including 100 city residents, 30 from the North Side. It now employs only 59 city residents and 13 from the North Side. (This is the same ole story played out whenever a good faith effort fails. Unfortunately, there was little to no “effort.”)
7. $2 billion in worldwide revenue, but told public officials that it was sending jobs to China, Hungary and Denmark. (Anything to not hire those folks in north Minneapolis who need jobs, especially the Negros.)
8. Coloplast said through a spokeswoman that it would have preferred to grow as it planned, but was taking steps to notify the city “to proactively discuss the penalty.” However, the city did not formally contact Coloplast to ask for an accounting of jobs until nearly two months after a preliminary deadline last year. (My point: the Minneapolis of Civil Rights did not track nor monitor to advise Coloplast on corrective actions.)
9. The penalty amounts to $25,000 for every job below the unmet targets, with a cap of $600,000. (A cap? Oh, we the city of Minneapolis and its liberal generosity does not want to offend a company with $2 billion in worldwide revenue.)
10. The company’s workforce in Minneapolis actually fell from 381 workers when the headquarters project began to 256 reported by its deadline earlier this year. (When in doubt, cry poverty.)
If Hilary Clinton wins in 2016, the racists will become sexists
By Don Allen, Founder – IBNN NEWS
Washington, DC. – As a card caring member of the Republican Party, I have to honestly say, President Obama has not really failed. There are powers greater than him that still follow the political white-patriarchal system of checks and balances that he cannot interfere with. (One of them would be talking to Black Americans directly.)
Barack Obama won the votes of a majority of Americans. The re-election of the first black president has made the history books and water cooler conversations. And now is the time for black Americans to ask how we fit into the ephemeral vision called the American Dream.
Black president or not, those of us who look like this president continue to face issues of race and class injustice on a daily and intergenerational basis.
However much we may like him personally, it is a fact that President Obama failed to address the plight of black America during his first four years in office. Unemployment, wealth gaps, and the achievement gap are but a few disparities President Obama has not publically addressed for Black Americans. This is evident by many Black churches organizing against the president because of his views on same-sex marriage and no attention paid to the many overwhelming disparities of Black America.
Many of us that fight for justice daily realize that this fight is sometimes against some of our own people — those in positions of power and influence who have convinced themselves that the poor, unemployed or homeless among us are members of a caste not worth dealing with, and who refuse to recognize and to fight against what Alexander calls “the new Jim Crow.”
A great example would be the large number of nonprofits in north Minneapolis who continue to benefit from perpetual funding streams while north Minneapolis and it’s people having disparities that have grown exponentially without any hope in sight. The current president is a man of great acumen and tremendous problem-solving skills. And we must not let politicians of any color lull us into complacency, or into accepting broken promises and inaction with empty messages of hope and change.
Many significant objectives for our communities are on the line with the broader goals espoused by President Obama: creating jobs, stimulating economic development and improving public education. But there are also a host of other issues, such as bringing an end to the oppressive system of mass incarceration, eliminating discrimination in housing and employment, and addressing the problem of severely underfunded urban schools that hit black Americans particularly hard. Ninety-three percent of us voted on Election Day to send Barack Obama back to the White House. Let us make sure from here forward that our voices are heard, and that neither he, nor any other politician, takes our votes for granted.
America’s first black president is almost done; black Americans have been “done” for many years.
Just my two cents…
IBNN will give Emerge the opportunity to respond to this post.
By Don Allen, Founder – IBNN
Minneapolis, Minn. – Emerge Community Development, mandatory meetings may be keeping black families homeless. Sources contacting IBNN NEWS reported that a whole family could be out on the street because of some bureaucratic policies. We need to take a close look at Emerge and what they are doing with black families that could become homeless while in the Emerge program.
Below a letter sent to IBNN NEWS threatening a family because the father missed a “mandatory meeting” because he was on the job. If we encourage black men to work, why is it when they find success, someone is waiting around the corner to “gun them down?”
You cannot argue with facts. IBNN NEW has grown to be the largest online black owned and operated news outlet in the Twin Cities.
by Don Allen, Founder – IBNN
Minneapolis, Minn. – In July 2008 I was shocked at the amount of in-depth news and information that was not reported on local mainstream media outlets. This began a personal adventure to pursue and develop an online information distribution outlet that would provide interesting points of view on what was happening inside of the black community. Many people were upset; putting information, or what some called dirty laundry into the streets was not what the black community needed. But after six years, over 100,000 stories and 250,000 subscribers worldwide, IBNN NEWS delivers important news and information to a wide range of people from many walks of life.
Of course this adventure had its setbacks. There are members of the black community in the Twin Cities who receive thousands of dollars every year for outreach and community engagement. Their antiquated way of information distribution as seen no results and the marginalization of IBNN and myself has only made my many platforms stronger and very popular for those seeking truth in reporting.
Today, along with IBNN NEWS, the OurBlackNews.com Network has a BlogTalkRadio program with another news outlet, Black Politics in Minneapolis and we have won prestigious academic awards for journalism and communications.
Along with Mr. Ronald A. Edwards (The Minneapolis Story), we provide a well-rounded coverage of news and information locally and nationally.
John F. Kennedy said, “Ask Not What Your Country Can Do For You.” Which becomes problematic from several points of view. If we do not ask, as suggested by JFK, we end up with what we have now…nothing.
By Donald Allen, Founder – IBNN NEWS
I consider myself somewhat of a civil rights activist in the early 90’s. I felt that my upcoming visit to the Lorraine Motel, now the National Civil Rights Museum, would be my pilgrimage to what I considered my Mecca.”
1992 had been a good year. I had had stories published in two Minneapolis newspapers as well as other work published in Denver, where I used to live. I was always very critical of the way the mainstream media presented the civil rights struggle and the plight of Black Americans in the United States. At the same time, I was critical of the Black community itself. While it was not a popular view, I believed firmly that a significant number of the problems faced by those in the black community were exacerbated by privileged members of the Black middle class more concerned with personal enrichment than with carrying out the work of Dr. King.
Every year, the Church of God in Christ, a historically African-American denomination, holds its Annual Convention in Memphis, Tennessee. Delegates from over 90 churches attend the five-day conference, which will includes day sessions and evening worship services. One of the most important tasks of the delegates is to discuss the state of the church, and the welfare of black people. In my impression, the COGIC church believes that, “The Black American is still being written a blank check marked insufficient funds,” to quote Dr. King from his 1963 “I Have a Dream,” speech. And I agree with this point of view today.
In 1992, I was one of the thousands of young adults who went from Minneapolis to Memphis, but not to sit around in the church and listen to elders complain about every dime they lost earlier in the year, my mission was clear – it was to trace the steps of Dr. Martin Luther King in his final days at the Lorraine Motel, which is now the National Civil Rights Museum on Mulberry Avenue in downtown Memphis.
My day started like any other day when I was out of town. I woke up at 4:30 a.m. – went outside the hotel, smoked a cigarette, drank some coffee, and went back to have a hearty breakfast. Today was going to be a great day; it was my personal best to further my understanding on what Dr. Martin Luther King went through during his social movement for civil rights.
Before moving further on my personal experience visiting the National Civil Rights Museum, which originally was the Windsor-Lorraine Motel, there is a vast history that must be told.
In the days of legal segregation, the Windsor-Lorraine was one of the few hotels in Memphis open to Black guests. The Windsor Hotel, at the corner of Mulberry Street and Huling Avenue near downtown Memphis, opened in the 1920s. Walter and Loree Bailey purchased the Windsor in 1942 and re-named it the Lorraine Hotel. Its location, walking distance from Beale Street, the main street of Memphis’ Black community, made it attractive to visiting celebrities. When Louis Armstrong, Sarah Vaughan, or Nat “King” Cole, came to town, they stayed at the Lorraine. Lorraine became an integral part of the Civil Rights Movement. It is now the home of the National Civil Rights Museum (Sanders 2006).
The story of the opening of the Lorraine Motel and how is became the National Civil Rights Museum goes like this: “In 1991, the Lorraine Motel—infamous site of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination—reopened to the public under a refurbished name and identity: the National Civil Rights Museum (NCRM). The National Civil Rights Museum (NCRM) in Memphis, Tennessee, preserves what is arguably the most sacred site in the history of the American civil rights movement: the balcony of the former Lorraine Motel where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot to death allegedly by James Earl Ray. Although the movement continued after King’s assassination, April 4, 1968, marked a day of infamy for African Americans, the city of Memphis, and American history in general. Soon after the tragedy, people from around the world made pilgrimages to the balcony to honor the man who sacrificed his life on behalf of African American civil rights. “It seems the connection to King at the place of his death provided a sense of closure and comfort that could not be attained elsewhere” (Armada, B. J. 2012, p. 897).
In the Lorraine Motel heyday, it was the place local “upper crust” Blacks mingles and socialized within the Black culture in a relaxed atmosphere, free from the struggles just outside the doors.
My journey to the Lorraine Motel started with a cab ride from the Marriott Hotel out on highway 240, heading east into downtown Memphis. On the way I told the cab driver this trip to the museum was my salute to MLK and the civil rights movement. The cab driver called himself Fasil. He was an immigrant from Ghana, Africa who made it to the United States wanting to live the American Dream twelve years ago. Fasil wasn’t happy driving a cab – but in his words, “It pays the bills.” As we moved closer to downtown Memphis, I asked Fasil about the museum. He was use to tourist wanting more information about the museum. Fasil knew the museums history in detail. The knowledgeable cabbie spouted off a few facts that are on most tourist information guides back in the hotel where I was staying.
Fasil said, “Originally the museum was named the Windsor Hotel in 1925. It was renamed Marquette Hotel in 1945 and offered up for sale and purchased by Mr. Walter Bailey in 1945 and renamed the Lorraine, after his wife Loree and a song titled “Sweet Lorraine.” At the time of purchase the Lorraine included a café and living quarters for the owners. The Baileys added a two-story concrete block motel structure to the east of the hotel in 1955.” Needless to say, I was impressed with Fasil’s detailed knowledge of the history of the motel.
As we made the turn onto northbound highway 240 (highway 240 is like highway 494 in Minnesota – the highway circles the fringe suburbs and city), I looked to the west and saw the “Mighty Mississippi” river, which is the dividing point between Tennessee and Arkansas.
We exited the highway on Union Avenue and headed down Union to 2nd Avenue toward Mulberry Street, to the sight of my pilgrimage to civil rights. Driving pass Beale Street and seeing BB King’s bar, my excitement grew. There were people everywhere on Beale Street, shopping, drinking beer and looking like a good time was waiting in downtown Memphis.
The cab made a sharp right after a couple of blocks and pulled over. Fasil turned to me in the back seat and said, “Welcome to the Lorraine Motel.” I replied, “Are we there?” Fasil looked at me with a question mark on his face. I returned the look.
This wasn’t the like the area we just passed at Beale Street. Where are all the people? This neighborhood is rundown, I see several, what I allege to be gang bangers in white t-shirts loitering up and down the street and what looks like a mattress with someone sleeping on it right across from the motel.
This can’t be the place of the Lorraine Motel, the infamous site of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination, reopened to the public as the National Civil Rights Museum. I didn’t want to get out of the cab; my second thought is why I didn’t bring anyone else with me. This is looking more like a dangerous Black neighborhood than a celebrated historical site saluting civil rights and memory of Dr. King.
The cab dropped me off about 100-feet from the lobby door. In navigating to the front doors, I had to pass a group of Black youth, that I figured were up to no good, a couple of women who looked to me like they would do anything for $20 bucks, and an older Black man, who looked to be in his late 60’s tipping his hat to most of the White tourists heading to the front door of the museum and asking for a “little help” because he was down on his luck.
Damn…my expectations certainly clashed with reality on this one.
One thing I’ve learned in my lifetime is to not make eye contact with possible trouble – oops, to late. One of the Black youth in the white t-shirts approached me and asked, “Are you the police?” “No,” I replied. The junior gangster asked again, “Are you sure you’re not the police?” I looked trouble right in the eye and said, “No, I’m not affiliated with any law enforcement agencies.” It was not my duty to tell this snot nosed asshole where I was from, and that I was more nervous than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs – why was I on his turf anyway? Wait a minute; this should not be his turf.
I became angrier about the situation with each passing minute. The kid finally let me pass while shouting out, “I got that dro,” slang for sticky-bud or hydroponically grown marijuana. To make matters worse, I am not at the front door yet, and there are two hookers and a 60-year old man still in line for the “sidewalk greeting”…Oh shit!
My anxiety was at an all-time high. Here come the hookers. “You aren’t from ‘hur’ are you? You very handsome, you not undercover?”
What the hell! I told the hookers I was undercover and they should move along because I was meeting my partner in the lobby of the museum and he wasn’t forgiving as I was. This was the quickest idea I could come up with to get rid of the two women – and it worked. Now my final sidewalk greeting before making it to the front door of the Lorraine Motel was the old man.
He wasn’t threatening at all like the junior gangsters in the white t-shirts. He greeted me with a “Hello Sir, can I be of some assistance in telling you the history of the Lorraine Motel as I remember it back in the day?”
I looked around from where I was standing to check my safety – I’ve heard of these kinds of setups, when an old man gives you some information and you reach in your pocket to get a tip out and a band of thugs rush you for your wallet. That was not going to happen to me today.
The old man, “Daddy K,” was 82 years old, born in 1920 on a plantation right outside of Clarksdale, Mississippi. He was the oldest of 9 brothers and sisters. He had some children, but had no idea where they were. He’d been on the street for most of his life after he losing his job shortly after Dr. King came to Memphis to draw attention to the plight of the striking sanitation workers. “After Dr. King came,” Daddy K said, “that was the end for a lot of us.” He knew more about the Lorraine Motel, now the site of the National Civil Rights Museum than was written in any hotel tourist pamphlet. I suggested to him to let me pay his way into the museum and he would be my private guide and we could get something to eat afterwards. Daddy K took me up on my offer, saying, “I’ve been in there hundreds of times. I even used to stay at the hotel when it was open.” We headed into a lobby filled with photos of the 1960’s civil rights icons- Rev. Jesse Jackson, Rev. Abernathy, Julian Bond and the late Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. – forever immortalized at the place where he was shot down 24-years prior to my visit. I have to say, that was one of the most humbling experiences in my life to that point.
I paid the $12 dollar admission fee for both of us and started to wander around the museum. My first stop was to look at the room Dr. King and his advisors stayed in. The Lorraine Motel was now a museum – a civil rights museum. The lifelike mannequins dotted the old hotel in the attempt to bring back the era, struggles and times of the 1960’s. It was strange as I thought, just outside, less then 10-minutes ago, the world didn’t seem to respect this monument to a struggle of a people. It was almost as if, the museum and Dr. King didn’t exist.
As my tour guide and I got familiar and closer to each other, I could tell that “DK” had had a very hard life. He would have never survived a Minnesota winter. He smelled of gin and cigarettes with a horrid mustiness that could have attracted flies. Other than that, Daddy K was solid. We went to the room where MLK spent the night before his assassination. Room 306 was partitioned off with a glass wall. In it you could see in the room, left as it was on that tragic day of April 4, 1968.
My tour guide, Daddy K told me the good Reverend (King), and the owners were good friends. He also startled me when he spoke about the many celebrities including movie stars and singers that had stayed at the Lorraine when they came to Memphis.
“The word on the street was that if Dr. King or gentleman from the NAACP showed up, prostitutes would line the street vying to be picked to service the civil rights movement leaders,” said Daddy K, who later also admitted he was a “runner” for the heroin addicts who stayed at the hotel.
The FBI sealed the file with these alleged recordings of Dr. King for 50-years, not available to the general public until 2027. Random bloggers have reported on a leak in the sixties that said, “There FBI bugs reportedly picked up 14 hours of party chatter, the clinking of glasses and the sounds of illicit sex–including King’s cries of “I’m f–ing for God” and “I’m not a Negro tonight!”(Hunt, 2012).
Without actually hearing the recordings, I’m still a little troubled about their existence.
With disbelief, I continued to view the room King slept in before the night of his fatal killing. There was a box of chicken wings – just the bones on a plate with a soft drink of some kind. The Lorraine Motel’s kitchen didn’t stay open very late and sometimes the civil rights leader and his entourage would order take-out from a small diner down the street. The curators of hotel made the room to look like there had been a meeting, with a few people – the ashtrays were filled with half-smoked cigarettes and butts. Toothpicks on the table – used, and the bed unmade – like someone had just let for the day and it was the job of hotel housekeeping to clean up. This was a dark area in my mind, thinking what would happen to King the next day outside of room 306.
I got to the point where everything around me was gone. I had time traveled back to the night before King’s assassination. What if I could warn Dr. King’s of the imminent danger to his life tomorrow? There I was, stuck in the playground of my mind imaging what America would be like if Dr. King would have avoided that fatal day.
The prostitute thing still weighed heavy on my mind. How could a man with such moral virtue and character do this? I tuned to my tour guide and said, “You’re bullshitting about the hooker thing, aren’t you?” Daddy K assured me that a whole underground culture in Memphis knew about this and protected Dr. King – but made sure he had everything he needed in Memphis.
My two-hour visit to the Lorraine Motel, the site of the National Civil Rights Museum had been the most stressful day in my life.
My pilgrimage to civil rights had turned into a reality about people and the flesh.
I waited inside for a taxi to take me to Beale Street and B.B. King’s nightclub so I could drown my crappy day in a Glenlivet scotch and a tall Stella beer. In back of the cab, I thought, “This is not how my day was supposed to be. My visit to the death place of Dr. Martin Luther King was to be a spiritual awakening for the civil rights activist in me – not make me hate everything I stood for and believed.”
Was this the message I needed from my visit? Is time for me to give up? Confusion and anger filled every inch of my being. For a moment, I thought about what King said, and what would happen if I did not speak up: “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter” (King, 1963). My people matter, the world matters. The people outside on the street near the Lorraine Motel matter. The world needs more men and women like Dr. Martin Luther King. We suffer today because Dr. King suffered the ultimate price – his life.
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While local Minneapolis city officials and community idiots talk about gangs, guns and getting paid, no one is paying attention to the systemic reasons on why women are being gunned down at point-blank in north Minneapolis. A focus on reducing poverty and corrective actions that focus on unhealthy diets might stop the rash of violence in north Minneapolis.
By Don Allen, Founder – OurBlackNews.com
Minneapolis, Minn. – “When ever a female is shot; involved in a shooting, most of the times it is over a relationship challenge” said Don Allen, educator and senior researcher for the Minneapolis Economic Think Tank (METT).
What Allen states could be fact.
On Tuesday, July 8, Minneapolis’ mayor and police chief took to the streets of north Minneapolis, as part of what we allege was a publicity stunt. During the time the mayor was walking in safe places in West Broadway, there was a robbery in progress. Also, during the overnight hours, two African American women were shot over north.
It’s obvious that north Minneapolis needs a healthy choice with healthy foods in the form of a community co-op. A north Minneapolis food co-op with community training on healthy eating would be a start in a long process to heal community disparities. North Minneapolis non-profit agencies have been granted millions of dollars to address this issue, but it doesn’t seem important enough to idea, create and implement a plan.
In a paper from Crime & Diet – The Growing Epidemic Among Youth states, “The United States is reputed to be the most powerful nation in the world, advanced in technology, fueled by corporate wealth and equipped with military strength, we have become blind sighted by our own ignorance. As America climbs in global rank and succeeds in battling foreign enemies abroad, the core of this nation—its people—are fighting their own battle. The future of the United States, like all other nations, is dependent on the health of its citizens and unfortunately, the rate of diseases like cancer, diabetes, and AIDS is increasing dramatically. For example, 37 percent of American children and adolescents carry too much weight. Two out of ever three adults are overweight or obese. In the United States in just 8 years – from 1990 to 1998 – diabetes among people in their thirties shot up 70 percent! India has the largest number of HIV carriers in the world. In the United States AIDS is the leading cause of death in young adults ages 25 to 44. Every day six thousand people contract AIDS worldwide. The United Nations warns that 65 million people will die of AIDS in the next 20 years.
The insurmountable number of obese persons in the United States is greater than anywhere else in the world. And one might ask why? How is this possible? The answer is simple: food and dietary habits. It should come as no surprise that food is the number one cause of illness, and one’s dietary regiment will affect their state of health. It’s a fact, but we have lost sight of the truth. We wonder: why does the United States have the highest crime rate in the world? Why are our children murdering each other on school campuses?”
What could possibly induce this deviant behavior in our children? Ironically, the answer once again is simple: “SUGAR.”
North Minneapolis suffers from some of the highest disparities a community can come in contact with: AIDS/HIV (one of the highest in the US women 13-18 years old); Unemployment (Second only to Detroit in Black/White jobless gap); faltering public school education system (Mississippi, Alabama graduate more Black students then the Minneapolis Public Schools system); Large concentration of non-profits in a geographic area (200+ in north Minneapolis including parks and churches with no successful business models that have employed at least 30 people for more than 1 year.); and Violence – year-to-date over 23 homicides in the City of Minneapolis, some with no suspects.)
North Minneapolis non-profits have changed the meaning of jobs, career and a future to a “program.”
The issues here become clinical – “What are the diets of the youth in north Minneapolis and with the heightened levels of sugar bring heightened levels of violence?”
One very popular item purchased by male and female teens, were high sugar mini-drinks in flavors of strawberry, lime, citrus, and blueberry – all these drinks were high in sugar.
IBNN talked with a teenager named Tanisha. Tanisha had just purchased a bag of Doritos, a strawberry soda and some random candy items. IBNN and a representative of the National Research Institute asked the teenager, “Why did you purchase these items – did you know they are high in sugar?”
Tanisha responded, “This is quick and the only thing available over here if you want a snack. I don’t have any time to walk to Cub Foods and I was hungry.”
IBNN asked Tanisha, “What do you think about a Health Food Co-op in north Minneapolis selling fruit, vegetables, and drinks with all natural ingredients?”
Her reply was, “Yuck!”
IBNN observed the large about of youth’s going in and out of Wally purchasing candy, soda pop, cigarettes. Adult customers purchased milk, and what looked like household necessities like eggs, flour, cereal, and food extension products like Hamburger Helper, Taco Mix and Sloppy Joe add-in.
The Health Risk of not having Healthy Choices:
Sugar has been a long-time health hazard, especially in a poor area. The result of no healthy choice in north Minneapolis has led to some of the highest rates of high blood pressure, diabetes, obesity, and heart disease for the geographic area of North Minneapolis
To also add some facts, the large Black population of north Minneapolis is effected and is “at risk” simply due to the lack of healthy choices.
Black Health(dot)com reports Diabetes mellitus is one of the most serious health challenges facing the more than 30 million Black Americans. The following statistics illustrate the magnitude of this disease among Black Americans.
In 1993, 1.3 million Black Americans were known to have diabetes. This is almost three times the number of Black Americans who were diagnosed with diabetes in 1963. The actual number of Black Americans who have diabetes is probably more than twice the number diagnosed because previous research indicates that for every Black American diagnosed with diabetes there is at least one undiagnosed case.
For every white American who gets diabetes, 1.6 Black Americans get diabetes.
The University of Minnesota School of Public Health studied 2,761 high school seniors to explore the correlation between multi-vitamin supplement use and lifestyle decisions. The study published in the December 2006 edition of The Journal of the American Diabetic Association established that teenagers who take multivitamin supplements are more likely to exhibit a healthier attitude toward life including a greater willingness to exercise and eat more nutritious foods.
Junk Food, Sugar can be directly attributed to heightened “random” acts of violence with unbecoming behavior.
North Minneapolis is in desperate need of a healthy choice with community training on the qualities of a good diet. This is just one piece of the puzzle. The other pieces include a shift in the economic atmosphere.
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Join the team of Ronald A Edwards (Black Focus) and Don Allen (IBNN NEWS and Black Politics in Minneapolis) as we continue to discuss the marginalization of the black body in the Twin Cities. Over the 4th of July weekends, Minneapolis saw two-people killed; and six others shot in an violent weekend of crime and assaults.
The local penny hustlers are kissing the mayor’s ring in order to get that little contract to “act” like they are doing something. The phone lines will be open and we invite you to call in and tell us what you think.
The phone lines will be open, please call us at (347) 426-3904. Don’t miss this show.
The city of Minneapolis is prime to be put under Marshall Law. With the recent shootings, stabbings and beatings all across the the metro area, it seems we have a challenge. Question: Will the mayor show up?
IBNN News Brief
Minneapolis, Minn. – Tomorrow, (Tuesday, July 8), from 12-noon to 2 p.m. Minneapolis mayor Betsy “Dodges” Hodges and Police Chief Janeé Harteau come from behind their cozy desks and local signifying monkeys to walk the streets of north Minneapolis.
Sources tell IBNN NEWS this public relations stunt was organized by local African American spokespersons that have received millions of dollars in funding from the likes of US Bank all the way to MNSure with no possible way of fulfilling any mission, but hell – you do what you do to pay the bill
This “walk over north,” which starts at West Broadway Avenue and Dupont North is pretentious (exaggerated) to say the least. What possible effect could two white women have by walking around on West Broadway, protected by gorging poverty pimps, clergy and hustlers whose best has never been seen in north Minneapolis? Maybe the mayor should ask the president of the local branch of the Minneapolis NAACP what happened to the entire female elected board members. Having a misogynistic leadership caste does nothing to promote community.
Again, the city of Minneapolis falls for the okeydoke.
The jig is up. Organizations and people whispering in the mayor’s ear have not delivered on anything pertaining to the violence, or stopping the violence in the African American community. Mayor Hodges only has a short window of opportunity to figure this out. If I were she, I’d dump the current circle of African American talking heads and hire the real ones. At least you know it would never be personal, just business.
By Don Allen, Founder – IBNN NEWS
What does Minneapolis mayor Betsy Hodges do? Is there one African American she can turn to for advise on the continued shooting and youth violence in north and south Minneapolis? Maybe she can talk to the leadership of the African American Leadership Forum (AALF); maybe she can talk to her appointed representative for the African American community Sherman Patterson? Even better: Minneapolis Department of Civil Rights CRA point person Michael Browne? (Okay, we won’t go there today.) Or how about the brother in her living room?
Hodges is running out of options. Like most placeholder politicians, the $20 mayor has fallen into the zone of former mayor R.T. Rybak where more meetings happen; killing in the city rises and nothing solution oriented ever reaches down to the level necessary. I understand Hodges inherited the problems of black-on-black crime and youth violence from R.T. Rybak; kind of like the mess President Obama inherited Bush’s “leftovers.” But at some point, you would think Hodges would not fall in to the same path of using ineffective processes and organizations who have done little to nothing to stop, collaborate and associate with the people on the streets of Minneapolis who are so hopeless that only deadly force and extreme violence are the solution for public discourse gone wrong.
The mayor’s vision, or lack-there-of have called on some of the top poverty pimps, hustlers and clergy but will not talk to people who have seen the systemic causes of youth violence in north Minneapolis.
This means, it only gets worse.
In this morning Star Tribune it was reported, “Around midnight, police said three men were shot, one fatally, at a house in the 3400 block of Dupont Av. N. in Minneapolis. Later in a separate incident, police said they responded to a call where they found a woman dead and another woman seriously injured in the 2600 block of N. 3rd St. Police said that when they arrived around 5 a.m., they found both women had gunshot wounds.
On Sunday, North Memorial Hospital officials asked Minneapolis MAD DADS VJ Smith to leave. Sources at the hospital tell IBNN too much tension was being created. In south Minneapolis, a dozen or so stabbings and beating reported into HCMC.
This makes me wonder why Minneapolis mayor Betsy Hodges continues to be fooled by local community charlatans into giving these excessive multi-thousand dollar contracts to people that cannot be effective.
The problems of violence in Minneapolis will not be solved by AALF’s six-sigma approach, which is a set of techniques and tools for process improvement. Motorola developed this model in 1986. There is a need for process improvement, but also becomes a need to look at the 200+ nonprofits and their functions in north Minneapolis.
Including myself, community members who have business acumen, over the years have suggested many solutions, but because we think for ourselves and do not conform to a certain political plantation, we are marginalized and dismissed.
Minneapolis mayor Betsy Hodges does not have any more options. It’s time to change her circle of zeros to a circle of heroes. Too many dead people are showing up in the city morgue.