2 wrongful deaths: New Media gets semi-JUSTICE.

Posted: 8th August 2011 by BOOSKIE in Uncategorized

Probably one of the hardest blogs/papers I ever had to write was an investigative essay about my uncle I did a few years back regarding my uncle. He was an influential part to my life today, and I will forever love him and I believe his story and Oscar Grants story deserve to be heard!

For weeks in spring of 2005, my cousin Ashley Johnson sat in an uncomfortable and imposing courtroom in U.S. District Court and listened as lawyers said awful things about her dead father, my uncle Tyrone Johnson.

Her dad, the team of lawyers said over and over, was a bad man. He was a drug user/seller. A negligent father. A criminal. Ashley Johnson, who turned 15 during the four-week trial, thought she’d heard it all. But Daryl Audilett, the lawyer representing the city of Tucson and its police and fire department paramedics, saved the worst for last. Glorifying the cops who beat and repeatedly pepper-sprayed my uncle on a scorching August morning in 1999, as I remember Audilett used a line from philosopher Edmund Burke, a man Ashley Johnson and most teenagers have never heard of, to tell jurors that my uncle was “evil.” The quote was as follows, “All that’s necessary for the forces of evil to win in the world is for enough good men to do nothin” (Edmund Burke). This quote explified that the cops “Good Men”, actually did something good to kill my uncle “Evil”

My Uncle Tyrone with my cousin Ashley


Tyrone Johnson was not “evil.” A one-time football star at Pueblo High School, Johnson saw his dreams of a Division I college career burst when a freak hit in practice ruined a knee before his senior year. Friends and family have said he was a big, fun-loving guy who coached youth football. But he had trouble with drugs. In fact, he was the person that put me in football at the age of five when my dad was in prison, and  he watches over me today as I was an All American in high school, and play for a Division I college as I relive his dreams and aspirations.

The settlement, suggested by U.S. District Court Judge John M. Roll, averted a replay of a brutal trial and, for Rankin, the risk that jurors could be convinced that Tucson police officers Eric Murch and Floyd Ginn used excessive force when they ran Johnson down, beat him and pepper-sprayed him after they responded to a call, from an off-duty colleague. The only thing amiss was the leaking gas tank of a borrowed Cadillac that Johnson was trying to fuel.

A new jury also was  not aloud to  hear evidence, including from Dr. Randall Bennett, a former longtime paramedic and chief of emergency medicine at St. Joseph’s Hospital, that Tucson paramedics and Southwest Ambulance did not meet the community standard in caring for Johnson, an asthmatic who died as the ambulance was en route–at speeds slower than permissible–to Kino Community Hospital from near East Golf Links (place of the incident) and South Craycroft roads (where the hospital is).

Ray Thompson, off duty and awaiting golf partners, summoned Murch and Ginn in separate cars to the Circle K, 5501 E. Golf Links Road, when he saw Johnson and the leaking gas tank.

Stanton Bloom (my uncles lawyer) showed that Thompson was hardly a bystander who noticed gas dripping from the Cadillac. Tapes revealed that Thompson told Murch that Johnson was “one of his bad guys.” Bloom also showed that Thompson had Johnson under surveillance for 150 days at Johnson’s South Park Neighborhood home; that surveillance ended just three weeks before the fatal encounter. The surveillance was fruitless. And Bloom showed in court that the area’s top drug-fighting agency, the Metropolitan Area Narcotics Trafficking Interdiction Squads, spurned Thompson’s pleas to target Johnson.

Testimony showed Johnson was genial and relaxed while with Murch, though he initially gave the name Tim–his brother’s (my dad’s) name. Johnson also had taken steps to catch the dripping gas and to have the Cadillac towed. Then Ginn, according to his testimony, found a crack pipe on the front seat of the Cadillac. The pipe was never produced at trial. Police say it was “destroyed”. Destroyed yea right, I believe he never had one in the first place.

My uncle bolted when he feared being arrested. He hopped a short wall before the athletic Murch caught up with him, with the aid of pepper spray and a metal baton that he continued to use even after Johnson was down on the hot pavement of a driveway.

Neighbors testified that they did not believe my uncle was a threat and that he was exhausted and gasping for air. Tucson Fire Department paramedics responded, but did not administer oxygen or carefully monitor my uncle Tyrone’s heart and breathing, testimony showed. My uncle complained he could not breathe and that he had asthma. Paramedics called Southwest Ambulance.

Bloom and his experts said that Johnson should have been in an advance life-support ambulance with oxygen and heart monitors. Hands clamped behind his back, Johnson was placed on a gurney face down, then turned partially to his side in the ambulance that could have been, but wasn’t, driven at Code 3 with sirens and lights and at speeds on uncongested Golf Links of 60 miles per hour to Kino hospital, a little more than five miles away.

Johnson’s heart stopped and he quit breathing when the ambulance was a minute and a half away from Kino.

As I relate this to Oscar Grants case, nothing happened to the cops in my uncles case while in Oscar Grants situation based off new media punishment could NOT be ignored. Even though my uncle had a witness on top of his house witness the whole 27 beatings and pepper spray, no justice was done for my uncle. On the other hand, in Oscar Grant’s situation he had so many video recordings of what actually happened to him, that you could not help but say yea the police officer was guilty. The modern technology of “New Media” was able to get Oscar Grant some form of justice, when I bet if the man on his roof top had a video camera with him, their might have been more justice. Even though in my opinion, I think Oscar Grant’s fatal shooting was an accident, never the less it was a death, someone that you can not bring back. In my uncles case it seemed as though it was from brutal attacks of violence from the cops since they “KNEW” my uncle had asthma! No, I can never get my uncle back, but I believe we deserved more justice then what we got. Why would you beat a man 27 after he is bending over and can breath. Did they think he was playing a trick on them, for he might attack them? It makes no sense in one’s right mind to say he deserve 27 beatings (4 to the head) for “RUNNING” from a cop. I can understand if my uncle was “FIGHTING” them, but it was quite the opposite!

Even though I can not have my uncle back, I will continue to relive his dreams for he lives through me as I continue my journey to become successful.


A weapon for the slaves–>Night John

Posted: 5th August 2011 by BOOSKIE in Uncategorized

Reminiscing about a movie I had recently watched when I was a kid about a slave who teaches a young girl to read along with helping the slaves open their eyes about slavery. I was recently thinking what was that movie called, then out of no where my question was answered in my Afro class, with the movie being “Night John”!

As we know in recent history slaves were a major part of growth of tabbacco and cotton farms in the south. Slavery was fundamentally an economic phenomenon. Throughout history, slavery has existed where it has been economically worthwhile to those in power. The principal example in modern times is the U.S. South. Nearly 4 million slaves with a market value of close to $4 billion lived in the U.S. just before the Civil War. Masters enjoyed rates of return on slaves comparable to those on other assets; cotton consumers, insurance companies, and industrial enterprises benefited from slavery as well. Such valuable property required rules to protect it, and the institutional practices surrounding slavery display a sophistication that rivals modern-day law and business.

Within this economic phenomenon those in power needed ways and devises to control the slaves. One of those examples was keeping the slaves from becoming literate. As we know knowledge is power, and with power you can control. I think it extremely incredible that a nation was able to control another race (in the millions) from learning the basic essentials of reading and writing. The technology between  1790-1860 was very limited, but they were capable of keeping a race hidden from knowledge.

In the movie, “Night John”,  Night John (Carl Lumbly) is  Sarny’s tutor, a rebellious slave purchased for cheap who escaped to the North but returned to the South on a secret mission to teach slaves to read, no matter what the consequences. He ends up teaching Sarny how to read, in which she makes it her journey to teach other slaves what she has to trade which is “letters”.

This movie is one of those movies that teaches about slavery, but also enhances the mind of how sinister slavery actually used to be. I think this movie needs to be viewed by the youth so they can see how things were so history wont repeat itself.

“I am the source of abundance”

Posted: 16th July 2011 by BOOSKIE in Uncategorized

You are the source of your abundance and money. through working with your feelings, thoughts, and intentions, you can become a master at creating whatever you want. You are the source of your riches, not your job, your investments, your spouse, or your parents. By linking with the unlimited abundance of your soul or higher self, by opening your connection to the high forces (sometimes called God/Goddess, the Presence, the ALL-That-Is, or the Universe), by expressing and radiating your higher qualities of inner peace, joy, love, well-being, and aliveness, you become the source of your abundance.

Having money and things is not as important as mastering the precess of creating them. Once you master the process, your ability to be prosperous will not be determined by the economy or outside conditions, for you will be able to create whatever you want when you want it. Learning to create abundance is a process of growth; it may require changing your thinking and expanding your beliefs about what you deserve to have. The process of getting each new thing–be it a car, a house, or a larger salary- will bring you growth, learning, and new skills. As you master the process, you will be able to use money and other things you create as tools for expanding your consciousness and helping you to express yourself more fully.

Your thoughts have real substance, although your scientific instruments cant yet measure them. You might imagine your thoughts as magnets. These magnets go out into the world and attract the substances that match them; they duplicate themselves in form. Everything around you was a thouht in someone’s mind before it existed in your reality. Cars, roads, homes, buildings, and cities all existed as thoughts before they became realities. 

Your thoughts set up the model of what is to be created, and your emotions energize your thoughts and propel them from your inner world to your outer world. The stronger your emotions are, the more rapidly you create what you are thinking about. Your intent acts to direct your thoughts and emotions, maintaining a steady focus on what you want until you get it.

Covaughn DeBoskie…

To develop your mastery of abundance more quickly, start by recognizing how successful you already are at creating what you want, at honoring your integrity, and at making good choices. Build on what you know you can do. Thank and love yourself for the strength and vision you have right now. Take a moment to tell yourself you are already a success. You can feel successful right now, with out depending on meeting certain goals to give that feeling to you. You can recognize all the wonderful things you are already doing in your life.

Success comes from feeling successful in the present moment; it is not something you may feel some day when you have reached a goal or have something you want. Don’t think that large sums of money will create that feeling for you; people with a lot of money rarely feel successful unless they have learned how to appreciate themselves and feel successful from within.

Rather than define success in terms of the concrete things it might represent to you, such as how much money you will have in the bank, what type of house you would live in, or what type e of car you will drive, be willing to expand your definition of success to include the goals of your high self. True success is having the right amount of money, transforming an old habit or negative belief, releasing a fear, doing things you love, and developing and recognizing your special talents. From a higher point of view, success is creating something when you need it, making a contribution to others, and loving and respecting yourself and others. it is growing and learning from all your experiences. Look at others as successful bot by how rich they are but by the quality and happiness of their lives. As you focus on these higher qualities of success, you will realize that in terms of your high self you have already achieved many successes, even if you haven’t yet met the specific financial goals set by your personality.

Covaughn DeBoskie…….

It was a hot Sunday afternoon in August. My brothers and I were in the batting cages, laughing at each other and enjoying the last days of a hot Tucson summer. My dad’s cell phone rang and it was the call. Uncle Tyrone was dead and the course of my life changed forever. My uncle was no ordinary uncle; he was my inspiration. A former high school football standout with scholarship offers from powerhouse schools like UCLA, his dream to play college football diminished when he blew his knee out in his junior year of high school. Hearing about his athletic legend as a child made me want to be just like him. When he died in 1999, I knew that I could not fail him and that I had to fulfill my dreams.
In addition to honoring my uncle, I had another man in my life who laid a solid foundation for me, my grandfather, Papa. He was a dreamer and his light always shined brightly because he lived by the golden rule and instilled this motto in my brothers. His sound advice to be academically fit is a constant reminder and I hear his voice whenever I feel discouraged or hopeless. Because of him, I have constantly challenged myself to understand how I can lift up this world with my contributions, be a role model for my brothers and my sister and my peers, and, most importantly, to shine like my grandfather encouraged me and like my uncle inspired me.

Challenges, in my opinion, are designed to help you shine. One of the most difficult times in my life came when I was 14. My mother relocated to Chandler, Arizona and I was decided to stay with my father and my ill grandfather. For the first time in my life, I was separated from my mother and brothers. Being a child of two separate households is difficult and I struggled to be loyal to both my parents. I started my freshmen year at Salpointe Catholic in Tucson and was a member of the varsity football team, an accomplishment not extended to many high school freshmen. Being on the varsity, unfortunately, did not mean I was able to start, much less, play. It was a challenge to be focused but I could not give up. It was during this time that I met Mike Garcia and John Romero, two senior teammates, who taught me the value of friendship. They encouraged me and provided a solid example of how to soar in the midst of adversity. They picked me up for school every day, guided me through practice, and demonstrated that patience is a major part of success. They believed in me and, in turn, I hold them in the highest regard.

At this time, my grandfather, an extreme diabetic, contracted gangrene and lost both legs. I helped my dad care for him: feed him, bathe him, clothe him, and love him. I was missing my mother and brothers. I still excelled in school and participated in community activities to keep busy, to be distracted from some of the frustration I felt. How much more could happen? The phone rang and the call came again on a hot September afternoon. Papa had died and that old pain in my heart came back. For the first time in my life, I was overwhelmed with fear and felt so hopeless again. The grief was overwhelming and, for awhile, I lost sight of my dreams and the advice my Papa had given me. Although it was difficult to leave my dad, I returned to my mother in Chandler to start over.

Challenges are lessons and help you decide how to make some of the most important decisions in your life. I started Hamilton in the middle of my freshmen year and was eventually placed on the Husky Varsity Football Team. I missed my dad and still felt grief about my grandfather, but I also found happiness and recharged my focus. I began to reflect on my Papa’s advice to be an example to my brothers. I remembered Uncle Tyrone and what he wanted for me and my future. I remembered my solid foundation laid by the men in my life and realized that I, too, had to be responsible for making a path for my siblings. People in my life have a vested interest in my success and what I do in my future will honor my mother and father, Papa, Uncle Tyrone and all who have helped create opportunities for me.
“I know I can be what I want to be. If I work hard at it, I’ll be what I wanna be” are words rapped by Nas, lived by me. Digging deep and trudging through challenges have brought much happiness to my life: 32 offers from universities to play college football and receive a college degree in turn. I plan to major in business and become an entrepreneur with the ideal to serve my community in all that I do. I still have so much to accomplish and will continue to live by my Papa’s advice: be dignified (not conceited) in who I am, be prideful (not boastful) in my goals and to remember that I am destined to shine so that others see the good in me.

Covaughn DeBoskie

The Oral Poet MC AZEEM

Posted: 15th July 2011 by BOOSKIE in Uncategorized

After a long night, I woke up late and had to run to class so I wouldn’t be late to my African American 159 Hip Hop class. The reason why I was running was because we had a guest speaker and I knew everyone would be early to view the rapper that was supposed to be there.

When I walked in I saw a tall light skinned man with curl hair standing at the podium focusing on his notes before he was about to present. Once the Oral Poet began speaking, you felt as though it was going to be a good lecture, the reason being his dialect and the way he addressed himself was similar to us (young and hip).

The first sounds that began to come out of his mouth were about an Epic Poem called “Wagadu“, in which he gave us a quick synopsis of the story. He emphasised through Oral Poetry the story has even survived to today! He began to tell us about his  Ambassador Tour in Tunisia and other parts of Africa. He expressed that through the different cultures and traditions one thing was relevant was that the Africans were happy to have Americans there performing for them. He then began to tell us about the racial discrimination that he encountered while in Germany, in which he expressed that racial discrimination still goes on today.

After he was done talking about his tour experiences, he started giving us a life history of himself. He told us that although he moved around numerous of times through out his life, he finally dropped out of school in 7th grade, and rarely went to class after that. His performing genius didn’t dawn upon him until he was 17 while visiting his brother in San Jose, in which he stayed there permanently and started to embark his rapping journey. Finally, he tried to tell give us advice, such as stay in school or staying hungry and thirsty for knowledge and further learning.

Towards the end of the presentation MC AZEEM from New Jersey gave us examples of his oral brilliance by giving us a “one man show”. Through out his oral lectures he gave the class vivid depictions of his words. His words were powerful for they portrayed situations of realism that exist in our society and world today! Although he gave us a taste, Azeem says his aim was to challenge stereotypes and turn them upside down. After experinceing and comprehending a couple of his small poems, he moved me enough to go out and actually listen to his ninety minute one man show called, “Rude Boy“. I believe this thug-buddhafarian deserves more credit and his own broadway show for being a person that dropped out of 7th grade and becoming an influential rapper.


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Posted: 8th July 2011 by BOOSKIE in Uncategorized

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