Friends of Webster

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A Civil Rights Spotlight on Black on White Racism….coming soon.

The thought of it is just as pitiful and disgusting because black folks should know better (and no…no one else should feel the pain).  This story frustrated me as much as it would, had it been the other way around.  The denial of equal rights and protection for everyone is an absence of equal rights for us all.  More coming soon on the confrontation between black police officers and one young, white adult….

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From the Desk of Webster Smith,

God Bless.

May 29th, 2008 Posted by | News | no comments

Letter to Roland Martin–2008 Democratic National Primary

 

 

Mr. Martin,

Do the surrogates (of both democratic candidates) assume that the typical American is of sub-par intellect?  I was listening to Lanny Davis, this morning.  Of all of Senator Clinton’s surrogates, he is the most convincing but his arguments are still far-fetched.  He was suggesting the delegate splits for Michigan and Florida and it was clear that he chose to preach to the superdelegates, on behalf of Senator Clinton, rather than form a reasonable solution for the dilemma.  The only way Senator Clinton will win is if the pyschology that she has employed, coupled with our willingness to accept those tactics, is successful.  For this to work, the majority of politically-interested Americans would be of minimal intelligence.  There was sexism AND racism in this primary season, both were treated unfairly at times.  She MIGHT be the best candidate but she should be graceful and concede that from the onset, she took our intelligence and hard-earned allegiance for granted and she treated the other candidates as if they were irrelevant.  She questioned Obama’s audacity to run for Office over a politican with such blue blood.

As a young black man, I voted for Senator Obama for the social advances that it would allow ALL of us.  I chose him, in hope of a victory, so that I could tell my interracial, six-month old daughter that anything is possible.  And unlike my parents, I hope to say it without thinking to myself, “Alexis, you can be elected to Congress, you can stand amongst admirals and generals, you can fly to the moon, but sweetheart, don’t aim too high.”

I am afraid that at this point, a Senator Clinton nomination will set race relations back a bit.  We are all smart enough to recognize the potential of the civil disobedience of young Americans, in the midst of a political farce. 

Respectfully,

Webster M. Smith

 

 

 

May 28th, 2008 Posted by | News | no comments

Graduation, as I remember it.

Lindsey B. Smith 

May 17, 2008 was one of the proudest days of my young life.  As my parents, Alexis, and I were driving to Reliant stadium to see my husband graduate from the University of St. Thomas, my father mentioned how impressed he was with Web’s tenacity.  “He set a goal and he raced towards it.  I am very proud of his accomplishment.  He is a young man who has been through a lot.”  I know my dad was genuine in his statement, but even he is blinded by what Webster allows him to see.  Web has learned to compartmentalize his life unlike anyone else I know and because of this most of you can only remotely understand the obstacles he has overcome or the pain these challenges have caused him.

From the outside looking in I know it is going to be impossible for others to appreciate what this diploma represents to my husband and me.  I don’t even know where to begin, really.  To most, myself included, that framed piece of paper you are handed at the end of four rigorous years of studying, midterms, speeches, lengthy papers and final exams simply means opportunity; opportunity to attain a desired job or furthered education.  Certainly nothing less, and rarely anything more. 

The diploma Webster received last Saturday means so much more to me than I can express.  Most who visit this site, or at least those who are bold enough to comment, are those who love and support us.  Many knew Web before all this began.  They are familiar with the term G.O.B., or they know the position he played on the football team, or where he goes to church, works out, the color of his daughter’s eyes, or what classes he attended last fall.  For all of you, we are so grateful, but I assure you that you only know the half and at times I feel like I know little more, but I want to share with you what I do know and why I am so proud. 

I know that in December of 2005 my husband’s world was ripped from beneath his feet.  I know that he was hurt by people he never imagined would hurt him.  I know that he lost a career he felt he was destined to pursue.  I know he was tainted by the media and his life was made a spectacle for all to view.  I know that he fought with all he had and until the jury’s decision allowed him to fight no more.  I know he slept in a concrete box and I know he felt like he had let us all down.  I know he returned to Houston with significant debt and little opportunity.  I know he took the first job he could get and gave it his all.  I know he put a ring on my finger the day he had saved enough money to buy it.  I know he got back into school and got his degree as quickly as humanly possible.  I know he was there holding my hand when I gave birth to our daughter and I know he was scared to be a dad.  I know he hardly slept and studied all night for ten long months.  I know he was on the phone with lawyers and endured some disappointing news.  I know he refused to miss church on Sunday and I know he learned how to pray.  I know the pain still lingers and I know he will never give up.

Honestly, I underestimated the profound impact Webster’s graduation day would have on me.  I am not usually one for ceremonial occasions and sentimental moments.  In fact, I didn’t even walk at my own graduation, but the minute Webster emerged from the tunnel wearing his robe I began fighting the mass of emotion lulling in my chest.   With Alexis in my arms, we watched her daddy walk towards the stage.  His own emotion prevented him from making eye-contact with his family, who filled two rows in the audience.  He stared straight ahead just the way he did the day I sat in front of him testifying about his character and his inability to be guilty of the ridiculous accusations.  His mom stood wiping her cheek to my left and his father with tear-filled eyes behind me.  My own mother was overcome with emotion as she probably recalled every single letter they exchanged throughout those long five months. 

This was a monumental day for all those who love Webster.  We witnessed a man, no longer a boy, who allowed nothing to stand in his way. We could not have been more proud had we seen him wearing a white uniform crossing the stage on academy grounds on May 17, 2006.     

May 22nd, 2008 Posted by | News | no comments

Back on line…

Graduation

 

 

    

I have had my head down charging towards graduation, the last couple of months.  Many, many distractions but it all worked out pretty well.  If you dont mind, I want to communicate issues pertaining to the Civil, Social, and Legal Injustices of my time.  I am currently authoring a dissertation on the developing dynamic of the young black culture to attach to my Howard University application. I was inspired by the attached article that I read in The Economist, a heated debate with my “All-American” best friend, Lupe Fiasco’s ”Dumb it Down”, and my interactions with black co-workers at my former part-time, college job. We have a lot of work to do.

Nearer to overcoming

May 8th 2008 | ATLANTA AND HARLEM
From The Economist print edition

Barack Obama’s success shows that the ceiling has risen for African-Americans. But many are still too close to the floor

 

 

 

WHEN Roland Fryer was about 15, a friend asked him what he would be doing when he was 30. He said he would probably be dead. It was a reasonable prediction. At the time, he was hanging out with a gang and selling drugs on the side. Young black men in that line of work seldom live long. But Mr Fryer survived. At 30, he won tenure as an economics professor at Harvard. That was four months ago.

Mr Fryer’s parents split up when he was very young. His father was a maths teacher who went off the rails: young Roland once had to borrow money to bail him out of jail. His great-aunt and great-uncle ran a crack business: young Roland would watch them cook cocaine powder into rocks of crack in a frying pan in the kitchen. Several of his relatives went to prison. But Mr Fryer backed away from a life of crime and won a sports scholarship to the University of Texas. He found he enjoyed studying, and was rather good at it. By the time he was 25, the president of Harvard was hectoring him to join the faculty.

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From The Desk of Webster Smith,

 God Bless.

May 22nd, 2008 Posted by | News | no comments

Pennsylvania Ave?