A loving Inglewood father dies shielding his son from gunfire: Fredrick Martin Jr. made no effort to conceal his pride for his 8-year-old son. When they heard gunfire, Martin pushed the boy to the ground and huddled over him. He later died in surgery, but his son survived.
Photo: Fredrick Martin Jr. and his 8-year-old son, Fredrick “Tre” Martin III.
Don’t read the comments on any articles about this case. I fucked up & looked & now I want to kill everybody.
- Sao Tome and Principe
- Namibia —> that’s a loooong way south!
- Chad —> pretty far inland…
- Sierra Leone
And that’s not even the entire list. These are the results from my mother’s side, and do not include very much of my maternal grandfather’s DNA, as the test was done by my aunt, who does not carry a Y chromosome. My maternal grandfather was a Black Indian, though I never got to ask him which tribe. He was from Alabama, though. He was a bit of a prick who abandoned his family, so none of us talked to him much. I’m okay with that.
On my father’s side, I am only sure of Jamaica and India, but not of which areas in India. I’d ask my father to do the DNA test, but I don’t think he would. He’s a bit of a loon in much of his thinking. Maybe I’ll do it myself one day, and/or ask one of my brothers.
We’re talking about doing the DNA test so that our kids know more about their ancestry.
Not that I’m complaining.
She texted me last week from a Carter’s that was having an end-of-year sale, asking if there was anything we needed; I said that more fleece and layering pieces would be good. So yesterday we got this GIANT BOX of 3-6 month clothes, mostly leggings and long-sleeved/long-legged fleece pieces, with a couple of little jackets. They’re mostly pretty cute (I love the animal print fleeces, naturally), and I am now considerably less worried that AJ will freeze.
I am probably going to have to do a baby fashion blog. You knew this was coming.
I routinely tell people that my MIL has the only JC Penney black card in existence. They get in the kid’s clothing section & can’t stop buying things. It’s amazing.
William T. Shorey (1859-1919) was a famous captain in the last days of whaling. He was born in Barbados, the son of a Scottish sugar planter and an Indian creole woman. Shorey began seafaring as a teenager and in 1876 he made his first whaling voyage. Whaling brought him to California and he married the daughter from a leading African American family in San Francisco. In 1886 he became the only black West Coast ship captain. Known for his skill and leadership, Shorey experienced many adventures and dangers at sea with multiracial crews before his retirement in 1908.
Neither laws nor genes can make a family. Love does.