NAACP: Georgia votes for Democrat Stacey Abrams are being changed to Republican Brian Kemp


 

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Georgia’s NAACP claims that votes intended for Democrat Stacey Abrams are being changed to Republican Brian Kemp

By Matthew Rozsa/Salon Com

The Georgia NAACP is filing a complaint claiming that votes for Democratic candidate Stacey Abrams in that state’s race for governor have been changed to Republican candidate Brian Kemp.

The NAACP’s state conference electronically filed complaints with the Georgia Secretary of State’s office (which is held by Kemp himself) claiming that votes cast for Abrams in Bartow and Dodge counties were initially registered to Kemp, according to USA Today. As of Tuesday, the Georgia NAACP also had plans to file additional complaints in Henry and Cobb counties, likewise claiming that votes intended for Abrams had initially been changed to Kemp. Eight voters in total are alleging that they noticed their votes had been changed.

“We’ve experienced this before. They ended up taking these old dilapidated machines out of service. The ones giving the problems. They should have been replaced about 10 years ago,” Phyllis Blake, president of the Georgia NAACP, told USA Today. The paper included this troubling story from a Georgia voter named Pamela Grimes:

Grimes said she went to a polling site in Bartow County Thursday and tried to select Abrams, but the machine marked the box for Kemp. Grimes said she tried several times to clear the selection before it allowed her to vote for Abrams.

“I was not going to leave until everything was the way I wanted it,’’ recalled Grimes, adding she also paid close attention to other selections. “If I had not been focused, my vote would have went for him.”

Grimes said she has since warned other voters. “I’ve been telling people when you vote to pay attention,’’ she said.

As Salon reported earlier this month, Georgia has experienced considerable controversy for purging voters from its rolls. Journalist Greg Palast learned that 1 in 10 Georgia voters were removed from the rolls at some point in 2017, telling Salon that “I started this investigation for Al Jazeera and Rolling Stone in 2014. And Kemp has been stonewalling my requests for his purge lists and the reasons for them. And I finally got the list — not all the material we’ve asked for, and I should say that we sent a 90-day notice of a federal lawsuit if he didn’t provide these — and within hours of the deadline we got the list of the purged voters.”

He added that under Kemp the Georgia State Department “has identified people as having moved out of state, moved out of the congressional district, they should either be removed or forced to reregister. In fact, they haven’t the state, they haven’t left the congressional district. We found one woman who moved from one side of her building to the other.”

Abrams drew attention to accusations that Kemp has made it more difficult for nonwhites to vote during her debate with Kemp on Tuesday night, according to The New York Times. “Under Secretary Kemp, more people have lost the right to vote in the state of Georgia. They’ve been purged, they’ve been suppressed and they’ve been scared,” Abrams said during the debate.

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MATTHEW ROZSA

Matthew Rozsa is a breaking news writer for Salon. He holds an MA in History from Rutgers University-Newark and is ABD in his PhD program in History at Lehigh University. His work has appeared in Mic, Quartz and MSNBC.

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Katt Williams: 2 Steps Forward,2000 Steps Back


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Katt Williams is a very funny man. His tours have sold out all over the country.  The talented forty four year old father of eight should have stacks of cash.  However were ever he goes controversy follows.

He made headlines here in Big Tomato in 2012, after he illegally drove a three wheeled motorcycle on the sidewalks of K Street narrowly missing pedestrians. A few days before the chase he slap Woodland Target employee Forrest Liebenberg  ( He say’s  Lieberberg called him a nigger)

Days before his appearance at the Oracle Arena he was arrested in Oakland  on charges of assault with a deadly weapon for beating an 18 year old man with a bottle on his tour bus.

  Melissa Ishage ,, Williams former personal assistant says  on October 6th 2012  Williams hit her with a close fist. She sued him for five million dollars.

2016 Conspiracy Theory Tour 

Last Saturday, the Tour stopped in Atlanta where Williams performed at the Phelps Arena. Fifty miles from Atlanta is Gainsville, Ga  is Leslie’s Pool Supplies on Dawsonville Highway.

From Gainsville Times:

A store employee told officers Williams, who was in the store with two women, began arguing with the employee and threw a pair of goggles at him, Sargent Holbrook said. Williams then went behind the counter and punched the employee at least once. When the Gainsville police arrived they found Williams outside “lying on the ground with his hands behind his back as though he was ready to go to jail.

Mr. Williams was not forthcoming with any information,” Holbrook said

Hall County Sheriff’s Office spokeswoman Deputy Nicole Bailes said in an email that Williams faces a misdemeanor battery charge and was being held on $5,000 bond. Online jail records show Williams was booked into jail at 1:34 p.m. He was bailed out late Monday afternoon.

The Conspiracy Theory Tour will stop in 100 cities.

Williams could save thousands with anger management.   Could!

However based on history,his attorneys can now shop for a vacation villa.

CityFella

 

Bus 6062 From Atlanta to New Orleans


The original plan was to drive from Atlanta to Austin Texas, until the Rent A Car Company told me they where going to give me a huge gas guzzling SUV, free was gonna cost me nearly $400 in gas.

So what’z a Sacramentian to do at 1045pm at the Atlanta airport?   Heck take the Bus.   My daughter raved about her experience on the MegaBus , so its the MegaBus for me… at least that was my plan.

The Bus was schedule to leave from the 400 block of Peachtree at midnight  and in 8 hours I would be in New Orleans.  The nice lady at the airport assured me MARTA would get me downtown in 20 minutes

With  smartphone in hand I called Megabus, after several attempts I realized I had to buy tickets in advance yikes…..  Okay Plan G,   Greyhound, yikes, Greyhound….. Marta stops at the Greyhound station and there was a bus leaving for New Orleans at 12.30  if I purchase my ticket online, I could save 40 bucks…  “that’s the ticket” however it was 11.20 and it was too late to buy a ticket for the 12:30.   The next bus was 530am.

The Atlanta Greyhound Station (there is a story here)

From coast to coast,  some Greyhound stations aren’t desirable neighbors.    Some stations are a magnet for crime activity.  It’s not unusual  in the big cities for people to arrive with no cash.  People are forced to leave home, others arrive with dream (Atlanta’s the Black Hollywood)   Some small communities use Greyhound as a tool to rid itself of undesirables, take the bus or jail.

I met an 18 year old on route to Montgomery,Alabama. When he was 15, his  step father kicked him out of the house and give him a one way ticket to Dallas and twenty dollars.   Three days later he  was arrested near the station after stealing a bag of chips. I was hungry and even though he had kinfolks in Dallas, he didn’t know them or  was given a telephone number.  It was get out!   His grandmother and cousin drove to Dallas and brought him back to Georgia , he finished high school and  now works for the city of Albany, Georgia and is engaged today.    When you get to a place you don’t know nobody, you just come back to the place you know, you hang around the station until they throw you out.   After the second day,  you get to know when the security people get off and then you go in undercover.  After a while they all know who you are.    Some people outside the station watch you, ask you want a cigarette or want a sandwich or something to drink.  The best thing to happen to me was getting picked up by the police.   They let me call my grandmother, if they didn’t take me to jail, I could have been anywhere or dead.  

In and around the Atlanta station is a flurry of activity on this Thursday night .   There were signs that indicated Greyhound had entered the century with Wi fi on the buses and new buses promising luxurious leg room.   There are electronic kiosks the allows those who have prepaid for their ticket to bypass the lines…. and at midnight there was an extremely long line.

Needing air, I stepped outside the station.   There were people everywhere, in the street, on the sidewalks, a long line of cars dropping and picking up passengers.   New and old cars expensive BMW SUV’s, Mercedes, people standing, looking for love ones. Higgs and kisses  amid  flashing blues lights from the Atlanta Police.

One man is walking around selling marijuana out of a box of Newport Cigarettes.  One young girl was chatting up an old man for a discrete encounter nearby for 20 bucks.   Various people asking for cigarettes.

One young man approached me with a well crafted speech( ‘ sir I have fallen on hard times…. I would like to sing you a song by Michael Jackson for a donation) his lower lip quivering. a song wasn’t required  and I  reached down and gave him all my coins  Prehaps he was intimidated by my presence,  because there was no quivering as he  asked other people for money, at one point he was high fiving it with a few random men walking in the street.

Across the street from the station was a liquor store, selling Georgia lotto tickets, and there was steady flow of business.     I thought to myself (The old Sacramento Station was a resort compared to this)

Profiling

Its past 2am in the Atlanta Greyhound Station.   Looking around and discreetly taking pictures with my smartphone, I noticed a wide range of passengers.   Professionals on route to smaller cities in Georgia. People down on their luck, sitting next to people who are simply afraid to fly.  International travelers from Europe wanting to be near other americans.   Bus travel isn’t inexpensive, when you factor in food traveling by bus in some instances is more expensive than air travel.

The truth is there are thousands of small towns that aren’t close to affordable airport.   One man who lives in Mississippi says there is a small airport near his home, he said a round trip ticket from Atlanta is over $3oo vs $36 dollar ticket. There are a surprising number of professionals who take Greyhound daily.

Late night Stories

The tale repeated itself many times in the night.  Someone from somewhere was supposed to pay for their ticket and they have no way of getting home and have no where to go…..

A gentleman in his late 40’s or early 50’s  with two large garbage bags told me his story.

He was on his way from Naples Florida to Clifton Georgia via Atlanta.  Traveling through Atlanta was cheaper than going directly to Clifton from Naples.  So it was his plan to purchase a ticket in Atlanta then going on to Clifton.   After getting off the bus in Atlanta, he stepped outside to get a smoke and was beaten and robbed outside the station.   He told me he received a black eye ( I couldn’t tell)   Feeling a bit hungry, I offered to buy him dinner.

I think people who live in big cities are more attuned to lurking danger.    I lived in New York and San Francisco before settling in Sacramento and my antenna is always on.

Our bacon burgers were ready and I found an empty table in the food area. ( The burger was the best I’ve had in some time.)     All of a sudden a man sits down at our table. No. may I join you or can I sit with you,  he just plops himself at our table, no food just there .   My unfortunate friend wanted catsup with his fries and was going to get up and leave his food there.     I’m watching are unannounced  table mate who I suspected was there for no good.  I’m feeling a snatch and run, I can just feel it and I am trying to get  my dinner partner to stay.    He wouldn’t get my signals if they where 10 feet high.   Out of desperation I said stay here. and then stared  at our uninvited guest, until he left… and I went after Gomer, saying dude, you need to be very aware of where you are.   That guy was waiting for an opportuntiy to steal your food and by way, where are you plastic bags?…scholding him!.   There over there., well if you want to keep your stuff   you better go get um    I from a small town, I don’t think like this….   Well I can only afford one dinner… so pay attention!

A lady asked if she could sit with us.     I think she overheard his story and possibly thought I was getting played.    This women knows the ins and outs of the station.    I know this place., you better believe it.    It was clear to me, she was all business.   She had two bags.. one filled with food an 8 piece container of chicken and assorted chips and cookies, waters, and napkins…

Where you going? LBC ( Long Beach,California) she said. you aint from here I can tell by your accent...    Yes, I’m from California I said, Sacramento, I knew you weren’t from here.    Why the bus to California?  I asked, oh I don’t fly, my husband is watching my kids and I will be back in time before he goes crazy.   I used to live in Southern California, but my husband is from here….

How do you like living  here in Atlanta I asked?  I don’t.   The people here are wanna bees, they think they are tough, but everybody here is trying to be somebody.    My kids thought they were bad ,but Long Beach turned them out.  and they don’t wanna go back, so I go by myself.  I had other questions but her focus seemed to be on Gomer.

She was a combination of Barbara Walters and police detective.   She wanted him to re-tell his story.  So what happened?  I was gonna buy a ticket, I’m from Florida and tickets are cheaper here in Atlanta, so I stepped outside for a cigarette and somebody asked me for a cigarette and I reached into my pocket and they beat and robbed me.    So I called my brother and he going to wire me a ticket.  hmm, she sorted.,and looked at me.  in rapid fire she said, why didn’t you buy your ticket before going outside.  This place is rough. a few weeks ago a women was robbed in line trying to buy her ticket, somebody put a snub nose in the womans back and robbed her inline!  I needed a cigarette! … huh she said.  again looking at me.   He went on with his story, and she found holes and he became defensive.  At one point I said to him, yeah that doesn’t make sense. …  She was on fire and he was perspiring…  I was enjoying it and saying to myself , I’m glad I’m not him!

Unfortunately, her bus was loading.   He was relieved.   Yall don’t believe me , but its true!

Things went downhill after she left.   He was telling me tales of an uncle who is a director in Los Angeles and of the cities he visited in California.  After a long story about working for a millionaire in Martha’s Vineyard and his meetings with Princess Diana, the Clinton’s  Bill Gates and other high profile people, my bull shit meter exploded and I told him he was full of shit.   I’m now Punching holes into his stories, he is boring me.  AT 3 am a security guard walked by as asked him why he was still there?      Well, I’m still waiting for my ticket. he said.    man you told me that last night, you’ve been in this station for almost two days, you’ve got to go.  Okay he said sheepishly.   Hmmm, the lady knew..

Cityfella Undercover

By  4am most of the patrons of the station was in some stages of sleep  Others at the phone charger station.    So I walked around discreetly  taking pictures with my smartphone

Bus 6062 to New Orleans

The Atlanta Greyhound Station is a series of portable trailers.   The station seems smaller than the old Sacramento Station and the location of the station  is temporary and has been for some time.

At 430, the small restaurant reopened, travelers in a zombie like state walk over for that jolt of coffee.   Passengers began to rise and make their way to gates.  In the background was a repeat of  Michelle Obama’s speech at the Democratic National Convention on the big screen.

Standing in front of me was a well dressed tall older  lady with a neat grey afro who was struggling with two large brown suitcases going in different directions. can you help me  she asked?  Sure, I said,   Where ya headed, home, she said, I’ll be home in a couple hours…    I went to my high school reunion in New Jersey. New Jersey? yes,!

As the line started moving, it occurred to me, this was the first time I’d been on a Greyhound Bus in nearly 20 years, the last ride  was an Express Bus from Sacramento to Los Angeles and it was miserable and this ride was 13 hours, what have I done?    The sign said the new Greyhound had more leg room and Wi Fi and for a moment I was excited…this might be fun  Wi fi !    Then someone asked the bus driver did the bus have WiFi?  No, they only have it on the new buses.    Well that dream lasted  all of 45 seconds….  Plan B

Nothing changes from high school.  There were passengers with their feet and gear on the seats.    Plan B, meant the last row.next to the rest room, I my legs could hang out in the aisle.

One man thought he would lie down, discouraging anyone from sitting.    One look at my sizeable azz, he had two choices, move or die.   He chose the former .

I told them the bus was full, they always do this said the driver.   Dreams of sitting alone ended as the driver walked through the bus, one look from the driver made the toughest passengers  sit erect and place his items below the seat.

One Empty Seat

I just wanna sleep, wanna sleep is all I could think of..    The bus was packed , the one empty seat separated me from the reclining man .   The last seat was hard and unlike the other seats, the last row didnt recline, but sleep eventually came.   I woke up, hot.  I stood up and it was cool in the aisle ,ahh were sitting on the engine.    Great!    I looked about the bus and their where a few empty seats. I guess some people got off. My choice was cool vs leg room.   I stayed in the rear.   Sleep…..

6062 observations

We were in Columbus Georgia when I woke up.  An older white man sitting in seats 49/50 gets off to smoke.  When he returns he finds a Blackman sitting in seat 49.  Whitman looks at the black man who is looking out the window and then sits in seat 17 with another white man.

Mobile, Alabama was the first rest stop.  As in Atlanta, the choices was burgers and chicken fingers.  I settled for another burger.  In line, a bright smiling woman asked if I wanted chill and cheese on my fries and burger?  “You devil woman” I flirted, don’t do this to a big old overweight man.   She laughed. okay sir…     Looking around, the food department seemed much like the Atlanta , so the I watched my burger being constructed..   BUTTER!  of course, she slathered butter on the buns….   Oh, I said, butter on the buns?….. not missing a beat, the cook turned around and said, everything goes better with butter baby!    Yes ma’am!

The Mobile station was clean and quiet none of Atlanta chaos,  all the employees smiled and said good morning.  One older man had trouble navigating his walker through the maze of aluminum chairs and tables, slam, crash, refusing help.  The bus was completely full including the spot between myself and reclining man.    The new passenger said, its hott back here, how can you stand it?   I like it hot, reclining man grumbled.   

On this and the remaining legs of the trip, I became the official bathroom attended.     Yes, its occupied or No, you can go right in.

Reclining man said he couldn’t wait to get out for a cold drink.

The Biloxi  Mississippi station was new.  Thee old station was a victim of Katrina.    Very  modern and clean,.  There wasn’t a restaurant, just vending machines.   I bought a couple of sodas .    The Bus was half full at this point.  One large family get on..  A man  and older lady and four children ranging in age from 2 to 12,  the older woman quickly found a seat, but it was clear  she may have been the grandmother or an aunt but  he was on his own…          I looked over at Reclining man  and he looked tired, did you get something to drink I asked, no my money’s funny, I offered him one of mine,  thank you.  I really needed that.  

Remnants of Katrina is still evident in Biloxi .   Large Casinos sprout out of the grassy fields lining the shore line.  On this day after the Labor Day weekend the beaches are empty.

Its difficult to miss “Sharkhead’s  a tourist shop and restaurant  that just reopened this year after the old  location was destroyed by Katrina.

Making children sit is challenging, it doesn’t matter if its by bus or plane.    The man with the children had a huge bag of snacks, from burgers to Little Debbie snacks.   Two boys, two girls.  Even with all the snacks in the world, snacks can’t cure boredom.   Dad was tired and overwhelmed .   The older children a boy and girl about 11 and 12 were okay and made due, the trouble child (my favorite) was the younger girl about 9.   She  hauled off and slapped the older brother and started crying to her dad, one look at her, and you could tell she was devil in the family.    She pushed and tapped the boys.  I found it curious why she didn’t terrorize her older sister.    Until…………

The older sister was eating a burger and Doritos and quietly looking out of the window.   After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom, the evil sister took two quick bites out of the burger.   When the sister returned, she immediately knew who had taken a bite out the burger and dad or (who was getting hit too) could not protect  her from choking and slapping her younger sister.    Ah ha, I said to myself, big sis is the real deal, that why no one bothers her.

We were all releaved with the family got off  the bus in Gulfport.   However they had left their mark.   The floors  and  aisles were littered with uneaten burgers and other sandwiches, chips.   No one picked anything up, passengers simply walked through the garbage.   I was ready to be off 6062 my back hurt and it was hot!

Along the roadway, most of the billboards were blowing freely in the wind, remnants  of Issac.  As we crossed into Louisiana from Mississippi,Reclining  man started talking , we’re about 45 minutes from New Orleans.

  Reclining man

That’s my home lived there all my life, whole life.  Hold on a minute! he says,  he reaches for his cell phone, and tells someone to make sure to pick him up from the station and not to forget , his battery is almost gone, and turn to me and says yep , Nu Orléans is my home.

Where you there during Katrina?  yes, and I was there when  Rita  hit and I was a kid when  Betsy hit.   But Katrina was bad, it was quick and hard.   You see those apartments over there?  He points across the freeway. no body lives in them, and those are new.    You know Brad Pitt did a lot here, a lot of these people politicians and other people  talked, but Brad worked with the people and helped build a lot of  homes , he cares about people and the city .        What do you think about the city now?    its bad,  a lot of crime, its bad man.       Would you move from here?   naw, this is my home, people who live here have roots here.  I know a lot of people who have left here but never came back, moved to Houston, Baton Rouge,  but those who stayed, stayed because their heart was here.   This place is in my heart, all my people are here.

As we entered the downtown area, passing the Superdome, we see people sitting, sleeping underneath the freeway, one woman with part of her leg amputated is lying on the ground  inches away from her wheelchair.    I hate that! he said, seeing people like that, there is  a lot of people here homeless with no place to go, I hate that!     He stares into the window as 6062 pulls into the station., hey man, thanks for the drink.

NEW ORLEANS 

New Orleans has a reputation, so I expected the Greyhound station to be like Atlanta.   It was anything but.   The Greyhound station in Union Station and shares the building  Amtrak.   Union Station During  Katrina, the station served as jail for the city.  The station which was in its last phase of renovation is stunning and clean.   My smartphone wouldn’t  be able to capture the simple beauty of this art deco wonder, these images are from google.

The exterior

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The mural represents the history of New Orléans and the state of Louisiana

The Station was pristine, there were few people inside or out.   One of the reasons, this station close’s early and their isn’t the traffic of

Atlanta  he last bus departure was 945pm and the last train left at 7pm.      In fact there less than 10 people in the station at 715pm.

 One family was waiting for an Greyhound attendant to return, planned to buy tickets to Shreveport for their nephew.   After reading a sign limiting travel to those 15 an above, the uncle  said he was going to lie because his nephew was 14, his wife said she wasn’t going to lie and would drive her nephew if she had to.      The conversation was overheard by a Greyhound supervisor, who told them that 15-year-old provision was for night travel and would not apply to the nephew because the bus was at 630am,  he went on to say he  appreciated their honesty.

I told the supervisor how beautiful the station was..    He said it is, he said can you believe they put a drop ceiling here?  The dropped ceilings took way from this.   They tore that ceiling out and most of what you see has been restored…    Everything here is marble…. it took a long time but it is nice.   That mural is new, it tell the history or New Orléans and the State and their adding one more section.

I asked him why the station closes early, he said a lot of people don’t travel much at night.     New Orléans is bad.  The uncle said yeah its bad! You remember  a year or so ago a 4 year old was killed right outside the station.     Yeah, I remember .   I moved out of this city two years ago,  I live bout 60 miles from here in Mississippi.    Yeah New Orléans is bad, said the uncle,  my son will killed two years ago.  I told him to stay away from those gangs, I told him!     He was 19, he and two of his friends were killed.   I’m sorry, the supervisor said.. .. You know when they kill somebody, the just dont kill the son, they kill the whole family. (I suddenly found it difficult to breathe)

You know what gets me, half these people have kids, and the state would go after them for the child support they owe, they would be in jail !  The supervisor said in anger.   Why I asked? I’m from California and they are aggressive collecting child support and they will  put people in jail. .  I don’t know, but this city and the state  is bad……   The uncle started to get up from his seat -it was clear his family wanted to leave. ( his sons death and his statement about killing a family was on my chest-can’t imagine!)    I want to hold  him father to father.   We shake hands…. The family leaves.    I thank the supervisor and he leaves.     I go into the bathroom and quietly cry.

Cityfella 

Mommy look, there is a lady on top of that car!


So your on your way to the Mall of Georgia and you see this woman on the hood of an SUV on I-85, what to do?

1. Call the Police?

2. Take out your handy phone and give chase so you’ll be the first to upload it on You Tube?

3. Try to slow the SUV.

Citizens called 911, some took pictures and other good Samaritans slowed the SUV.

Jonathan Salas 29Jonathon Salas allegedly put his girlfriend on the hood of his SUV and drove on I-85 in Gwinnett County. , of a Lawrenceville , Georgia was arrested and  charged with aggravated assault, reckless conduct and simple battery. He was booked into the Gwinnett County jail, where he remained Thursday night without bond.. The woman, whose name was not released, was not seriously injured.

Apparently he was a bit perturbed Tuesday afternoon after allegedly putting his girlfriend on the hood of his SUV and ignoring her screams as he drove on I-85,

Yes, there are questions, did she volunteer? (ooh wee an adventure!) was it at gunpoint?  Did she break a nail?

If you saw a woman or man on top of a SUV on the freeway,what would you have done?

Cityfella

Poor picture but there is a woman on top of this Jeep