Skip to comments.Of Kevin Jennings and Frank Marshall Davis
Posted on 12/09/2009 12:39:41 PM PST by Responsibility2nd
Posted on Wednesday, December 09, 2009 2:01:16 PM by massmike
Clearly, Kevin Jennings' GLSEN did/does not follow policies that safeguard children. There seems to be a pattern here.
At GLSEN conferences in Atlanta (1999), Chicago (2000), and Boston (2005), teenage attendees were able to pick up directories to gay "leather" bars (where homosexuals meet for anonymous sex and sadomasochistic "play").
Posted on 12/09/2009 8:37:31 AM PST by MindBender26
Kevin Jennings has been appointed as director of the Office of Safe and Drug Free Schools under Obama. Here's a bit of his bio:
In 1997, according to a transcript put together by Brian J. Burt, managing editor of the student-run Harvard Journal of Law and Public Policy, Jennings said he hoped that promoting homosexuality in schools would be considered fine in the future.
The group Jennings founded has also been accused of promoting homosexuality in schools. At a GLSEN conference in 2000, co-sponsored with the Massachusetts Department of Education, the group landed in hot water when it was revealed that it had included an educational seminar for kids that graphically described some unorthodox sex techniques.
Posted on Tuesday, December 08, 2009 12:38:54 PM by massmike
Jennings and the Massachusetts Department of Education knew beforehand what the "sexuality educators" would discuss with children at the "****ing" workshop. The instructor Margot Abels said so herself, and was disappointed when she later became their scapegoat.
Jennings, after all, worked hand in hand with the Mass. Department of Education from the beginning, as co-chair of the Governor's Commission on Gay and Lesbian Youth education committee, which set up the statewide program, "Safe Schools for Gay and Lesbian Students" in the DOE. That is the program the ****ing workshop instructors worked for.
Obama's buggery czar: Jennings' group made sex between children and adults look normal
Washington Times ^ | December 08, 2009 | Editorial
Posted on Tuesday, December 08, 2009 7:37:46 AM by JohnRLott
The media is trying to keep this story in the closet, but it's important not to wink at all the serious problems surrounding President Obama's controversial "safe schools czar," Kevin Jennings.
Gramps had a number of black male friends, mostly poker and bridge partners, and before I got old enough not to care about hurting his feelings, I would let him drag me along to some of their games. They were old, neatly dressed men with hoarse voices and clothes that smelled of cigars, the kind of men for whom everything has its place and who figure theyve seen enough not to have to waste a lot of time talking about it. Whenever they saw me they would give me a jovial slap on the back and ask how my mother was doing; but once it was time to play, they wouldnt say another word except to complain to their partner about a bid.
There was one exception, a poet named Frank who lived in a dilapidated house in a run-down section of Waikiki. He had enjoyed some modest notoriety once, was a contemporary of Richard Wright and Langston Hughes during his years in Chicago-Gramps once showed me some of his work anthologized in a book of black poetry. But by the time I met Frank he must have been pushing eighty, with a big, dewlapped face and an ill-kempt gray Afro that made him look like an old, shaggy-maned lion. He would read us his poetry whenever we stopped by his house, sharing whiskey with Gramps out of an emptied jelly jar. As the night wore on, the two of them would solicit my help in composing dirty limericks. Eventually, the conversation would turn to laments about women. Theyll drive you to drink, boy, Frank would tell me soberly. And if you let em, theyll drive you into your grave.
I was intrigued by old Frank, with his books and whiskey breath and the hint of hard-earned knowledge behind the hooded eyes. The visits to his house always left me feeling vaguely uncomfortable, though, as if I were witnessing some complicated, unspoken transaction between the two men, a transaction I couldnt fully understand. The same thing I felt whenever Gramps took me downtown to one of his favorite bars, in Honolulus red-light district
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I'm sure he's unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he's still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He's so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don't care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I've been saving; I'm laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine, and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I sh[r?]ink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; 'cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop's black-framed glasses
And know he's laughing too.
Posted on Wednesday, October 29, 2008 11:43:35 PM by RobinMasters
HONOLULU, Hawaii The late Marxist activist Frank Marshall Davis, frequently accompanied by young Barack Obama and his grandfather Stanley Armour Dunham, sold marijuana and cocaine from a "Chicago style" hot dog cart Davis operated near his home on Kuhio Avenue in Waikiki in the early 1970s, WND has established.
A credible source, a well-known resident of Honolulu who spoke at length with WND on condition he not be named, disclosed that Davis was the source of drugs consumed by Obama. Davis was also the author of an autobiographical novel boasting of "swinging" and sex with minors, a copy of which WND obtained from Andrew Walden, a resident of the Hawaiian island of Hilo and publisher of the Hawaii Free Press.
Posted on Thursday, October 23, 2008 10:34:44 AM by pissant
For seven years, the presidential candidate had a "father-son" relationship with Frank Marshall Davis, who has confessed to having sex with children, sadomasochism, bondage and practicing a wide array of deviant sexual activities.
Was a Communist Obamas Sex Teacher?
Canada Free Press ^ | October 15, 2008 | Cliff Kincaid
Posted on Wednesday, October 15, 2008 9:28:17 AM by Zakeet
Senator John McCain wont talk about Barack Obamas racist Reverend Jeremiah Wright, an adviser to Obama for 20 years. This may be a factor in McCain losing the election. But the McCain campaign has done a few ads about Obama associate Bill Ayers. These ads, as well as the media coverage of the radical Ayers, fail to tell the human story of the carnage and suffering that Ayers and his wife, Bernardine Dohrn, inflicted on innocent people.
Sorry I didn’t set and space this any better.
But we must excuse Obama’s choice of safe school czars. We must remember that anyone young child who is molested and abused will often grow up thinking such perversions are normal.
” (any) young child who is molested and abused will often grow up thinking such perversions are normal.”
Do you think maybe that he was not reared properly?
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