E. Writer I watched Don't Look Up last month, and I admit that I was shook. The story had the same message I had been sharing in my books, about how easily the public can be not only manipulated, but distracted to their own peril. What made you decide to watch this?

SJ Blues Literally just scrolling through Netflix and saw it. Too real right now lol

E. Writer Way too close to what is happening in the world to the point of being unnerving.

E. Writer She had a different hairstyle in the documentary. This one does work better for her.

SJ Blues I was looking for the one in the doc but I saw this and was 😍

E. Writer Put thsoe eyes back in that head young man lol

E. Writer Aww that feathery dinosaur knows how to ask for tea. Brilliant ☕

SJ Blues its crazy how smart animals are sometimes

E. Writer Human beings, we are anthropocentric and assume that intelligence will look like ours.

E. Writer Huge part of my childhood and American history. He lived in my neighborhood in Chicago. I've met him face to face multiple times in my life in informal situations, always briefly. The first time was as a kid. I was 10 years old coming out of Independence Foods, a black-owned supermarket in Chicago. I suddenly see this tall man walking towards me and my sister. He was coming from Seaway National Bank, the first black-owned bank in the United States. I laughed at him and mockingly said, "Ha! That man looks like Jesse Jackson!" He stopped, smiled, and greeted us warmly. My entire face shifted because he was the real Jesse Jackson, not some doppelganger. It was the civil-rights icon and hero, who at the time, was unmarked by any scandals. A man who had marched with Martin Luther King and had even been standing beside him when he was assassinated. Jesse Jackson at that time was a civil-rights hero who was famous for his defining inspirational speech, "I Am Somebody!" I remember my reaction in that moment was one of a child's pure joy, awe, and surprise. His picture hung on our classroom wall with other Black historical and civil rights leaders and suddenly he was walking towards us. Unable to speak, I was looking into the twinkling gaze of a national hero (to our community in the 1980s.) He seemed taller than life. All I could do was wave, even though I wanted him to sign something, for me to keep as a memento. Back then, civil-rights heros were respected, because freedom and equality was not something we took for granted. As an adult, (and most of my childhood) I lived in the same South Shore neighborhood as Jesse Jackson where we ran into each other multiple times. Each time, he was always the first, without hesitation, to say hello just as he did when I was a little girl. The last time I saw him was in 1999.
Jesse Jackson deserved more respect and acknowledgement than he received in his later years. This was a person who genuinely cared about the people. Rest in Power.
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