Another issue is the prostitution that is actively moving into the community. Godby Road and Old National is a breeding ground, you can hardly maneuver through there because the solicitation is so active in area. Men these girls appear to be young girls not the seasoned streetwalkers. Please keep on going, if you can’t help them, don’t hurt them. Write our Commissioner William Bill Edwards of District 7 we can stop it before it gets out of hand. We’ve got to protect our children and our property values. The Love Shack is Closed, let’s see that it’s doors stay closed so they will sneak out as fast and as quietly as they sneaked in.

Be careful in the Shannon Mall area, someone was throwing large rocks into the car windows as they passed. There was an instant where a woman lost control of her car when the rock hit her in the head and required stitches. Be alert anytime you’re around the mall areas. Drive with your doors locked; report any suspicious activity to the Union City or Fulton County Police Department and when you stop for gas, take your keys with you. Crime is on the upswing in our community and we don’t want to be unsuspecting victims.

There are several new businesses opening up in our community, The beautiful new mall on Camp Creek in East Point, a new Book and Coffee shop, 2 new Laundromats one on Old National a new DUI school that is already doing a lucrative business in College Park; A new 24-hour Laundromat on Flat Shoals just beyond I-85 in Union City. It’s a great thing when new business open up in our community, Let’s show our appreciation by patronizing them.

Fighting to liberate Iraq? A place millions of miles away, when the liberation should begin with the crime-ridden inner cities of America. Instead, it starts with other races of people from across the world that come here; use our tax dollars that gives them the superior advantage. Before one can blink there are entire neighborhoods of foreign businesses lining our America streets. They don’t offer us jobs, but they intently follow us through their stores as if we’re going to steal what our tax dollars bought them to sell back to us. We’ll bomb the hell out of them – then turn right around in the midst of our ailing economy and rebuild their countries. They are oblivious of the fact that this same money can provide decent homes and shelters for veterans of wars past; who after serving their country sleep on the streets.

Slavery is no longer in the cotton fields of the Deep South or in the kitchens of the privileged; it’s now in the boardrooms of corporate America. It’s no longer telling us we’re not qualified; now we’re over qualified. It does not reward our triumphs and victories or the hurdles we’ve overcome, nor does not recognize the stumbling blocks we’ve turned into stepping-stones. Instead, it forces us to teach the lesser qualified of the other race what we’ve struggled to learn so they can be promoted over us. What are WE fighting for? My fight is not in Iraq or with Saddam! I’ve seen no weapons of mass destruction, except the ones that shoot; hold us down and create invisible barriers that are impossible to penetrate except for our strength and determination. My battle is ongoing and causes me to constantly ask myself what are WE fighting for?

Weapons of mass destruction are jobs that discriminate, people who lie and cheat, promiscuous sex that causes our people to suffer the ramifications of unprotected intimacy. Every soldier that comes home will have lost something! To the desert a whole person, back home in a body bag leaving the families to whom they vowed to return. Instead what is returned is a flag draped casket that may or may not contain his remains. As I’m lowered into the cold ground; ashes to ashes, dust to dust with flowers I cannot see providing the décor for my final moments above ground. I must leave my family and friends not knowing what the hell I was fighting for.