#Mississippi Avenue

[hiddenstashart]

PDXchange recently expanded their pin/sticker/patch/etc wall and it is GLORIOUS

go give them a visit if you haven’t in a while

it’ll knock your socks off 💥

#portland oregon #pdx #portland #pdxchange #shop local #sticker #stickers #oregon #mississippi avenue #mississippi ave #sticker artist #street art #portland artist

[clairity-org]

Hwy 65/Third Avenue Bridge, Minneapolis 12/1/23 by Sharon Mollerus

#Mississippi River #Minneapolis Riverfront #Minneapolis 12/1/23 #Hwy 65/Third Avenue Bridge #Minnesota #Minneapolis #MN #flickr

[chaddavisphotography]

Reflections of the third avenue bridge on the Mississippi River in downtown Minneapolis.

#Bridge #Minneapolis #Mississippi River #Neon Sign #Pillsbury #Reflection #Third Avenue Bridge

[dispelzine]

Alleys / 20th Avenue, Meridian, Mississippi.

#rephotography #architecture #americana

[dirtylowdown2]

Milk Cow Blues - Kokomo Arnold (born February 15, 1901)

Photo: Kokomo Arnold in his home, 4413 South Calumet Avenue in Chicago, IL, September 1959

source: Les Génies du Blues, Volume 4.- Paris (Edition Atlas) 1993, p. 81; photographer: Jacques Demêtre

Other versions of "Milk Cow Bues "include:i Robert Johnson, Bob Wills, Elvis Presley & The Blue Moon Boys, Eddie Cochran, The Maddox Brothers & Rose, Ricky Nelson, The Kinks, Chocolate Watchband, We Five, Mungo Jerry, Commander Cody, Aerosmith, Jerry Lee Lewis, Dead Moon, George Strait, Willie Nelson, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Wayne "The Train" Hancock, Roscoe Holcomb, & Mississippi Fred McDowell, among many others...

#kokomo arnold #milk cow blues #jacques demêtre #Youtube

[odinsblog]

The Supreme Court is trying to drag America backwards to “Separate but Equal”

President Andrew Johnson vetoed the nation’s inaugural Civil Rights legislation because, in his view, it discriminated against white people and privileged Black people. The Civil Rights Act of 1866 (which Congress enacted over the veto) bestowed citizenship upon all persons — except for certain American Indians — born in the United States and endowed all persons with the same rights as white people in terms of issuing contracts, owning property, suing or being sued or serving as witnesses. This law was proposed because the Supreme Court had ruled in Dred Scott v. Sanford that African Americans, free or enslaved, were ineligible as a matter of race for federal citizenship, and because many states had barred African Americans from enjoying even the most rudimentary civil rights.

Johnson vetoed the act in part because the citizenship provision would immediately make citizens of native-born Black people while European-born immigrants had to wait several years to qualify for citizenship via naturalization (which was then open only to white people). According to Johnson, this amounted to “a discrimination against large numbers of intelligent, worthy and patriotic foreigners, and in favor of the Negro, to whom, after long years of bondage, the avenues to freedom and intelligence have just now been suddenly opened.” Johnson similarly opposed the provision in the act affording federal protection to civil rights, charging that it made possible “discriminating protection to colored persons.”

A key defect of the Civil Rights Act, according to Johnson, was that it established “for the security of the colored race safeguards which go infinitely beyond any that the general government has ever provided for the white race. In fact, the distinction of race and color is by the bill made to operate in favor of the colored and against the white race.” Johnson opposed as well the 14th Amendment, which decreed that states offer to all persons equal protection of the laws, a provision which he also saw as a wrongful venture in racial favoritism aimed at assisting the undeserving Negro.

In 1875, Congress enacted legislation that prohibited racial discrimination in the provision of public accommodations. Eight years later, in a judgment invalidating that provision, the Supreme Court disapprovingly lectured the Black plaintiffs, declaring that “when a man has emerged from slavery, and by the aid of beneficent legislation has shaken off the inseparable concomitants of that state, there must be some stage in the progress of his elevation when he takes the rank of a mere citizen and ceases to be the special favorite of the laws.”

In 1941, President Franklin D. Roosevelt promulgated Executive Order 8802, which prohibited racial discrimination in the employment of workers in defense industries and established the Fair Employment Practices Commission to carry out the order. Assailing the order, Representative Jamie Whitten, a Mississippi segregationist, complained that it would not so much prevent unfairness as “discriminate in favor of the Negro” — this at a time when anti-Black discrimination across the social landscape was blatant, rife and to a large extent, fully lawful.

Segregationist Southerners were not the only ones who railed against antidiscrimination laws on the grounds that they constituted illegitimate preferences for African Americans. In 1945, the New York City administrator Robert Moses inveighed against pioneering municipal antidiscrimination legislation in employment and college admissions. Displaying more anger at the distant prospect of racial quotas than the immediate reality of racial exclusions, Moses maintained that antidiscrimination measures would “mean the end of honest competition, and the death knell of selection and advancement on the basis of talent.”

Liberals, too, have attacked measures they deemed to constitute illicit racial preferencing on behalf of Black people. When the Congress of Racial Equality, or CORE, proposed “compensatory” hiring in the early 1960s — selection schemes that would give an edge to Black people on account of past victimization and the lingering disabilities caused by historical mistreatment — many liberals resisted. Asked about CORE’s demands, President John F. Kennedy remarked that he did not think that society “can undo the past” and that it was a mistake “to begin to assign quotas on the basis of religion, or race, or color, or nationality.”

Kennedy’s comment that it would be a mistake “to begin” to assign quotas reflects a recurring misimpression that racial politics “begins” when those who have been marginalized make demands for equitable treatment.

When Kennedy spoke, unwritten but effective quotas had long existed that enabled white men to monopolize huge portions of the most influential and coveted positions in society. Yet it was only when facing protests against monopolization that he was moved to deplore status-based quotas.

This same dynamic has been recurrent in subsequent decades: Every major policy seeking to advance the position of Black people has been opposed on the grounds that it was race conscious, racially discriminatory, racially preferential and thus socially toxic. That racial affirmative action in university admissions and elsewhere has survived for so long is remarkable, given the powerful forces arrayed against it.

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#politics #scotus #education #affirmative action #separate but equal #republicans #racism deniers #white supremacy #two americas #double standards #racism

[rippleberries]

Something to know about me is I’ve watched all of Jeffrey Combs’ on-screen movie and TV appearances.

ALL.

All except the two lost treasures: Art School of Horrors and his episode of The Mississippi.

All in the pursuit of making this video:

Art School of Horrors is locked in Roger Corman’s grip. I hold out hope that somehow someday it will be released. I’ve reached out to as many people as I can think of to see if anyone has a copy, no dice. I don’t think any of the actors ever got to see a full cut.

The Mississippi has never been released on physical media by CBS. One eBay seller has some ripped episodes, but not Jeffrey’s (but the collection does include Andy Robinson’s episode!) Jeffrey believes he has a copy buried somewhere in his garage, and maybe one day he’ll unearth it. Until then, the best avenues are CBS, someone else coming up with a rip from an old VHS, or Sean Penn (as his father directed the episode and his mother was a guest star).

So if anyone can connect me with Roger Corman, Sean Penn, or someone with keys to the CBS vault of forgotten media, hit me up.

#jeffrey combs #art school of horrors #the Mississippi #The Mississippi (1983) #Roger Corman #Andrew Robinson #Jeffrey Combs is Gonna Live Forever #Leo Penn #Youtube

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

Adam Richard Johnson 

Homeless man, Adam Richard Johnson, 36, was found dead in Minneapolis on June 17 2021. His previously frozen and severed head was found on a park bench with the word 'PERV' carved on it and left in broad daylight.

Over the next few weeks, his body parts were found gruesomely scattered in four separate locations.

A neighbor who was said to have made the grisly initial discovery near his home at the time that the human remains were in two bags, one black and one clear. A woman found a leg cut into several pieces put on display behind a local community center shortly after.

More remains were unearthed about a mile south of the first two discoveries, near West River Parkways and Franklin Avenue on June 22. A fourth set of remains was found in the Mississippi River in Minneapolis on July 4.

Johnson's death has been ruled a homicide, and Minneapolis police are still trying to find the killer.

Medical examiners were unable to determine a cause of death aside from dismemberment. 

A friend of Johnson said he struggled with mental health issues and addiction, but toxicology reports had him sober at his time of death.  

#Adam Richard Johnson #cold cases #unsolved #unsolved mysteries

[deadpresidents]

In 1919, his work in Europe done, [Herbert] Hoover returned permanently to the United States. He had lived abroad for twenty years and was something of a stranger in his own land, yet he was so revered that he was courted as a potential Presidential candidate by both political parties. It has often been written that Hoover had been away so long that he didn't know whether he was a Republican or a Democrat. That is not actually true. He had joined the Republican Party in 1909. But it is true that he wasn't terrifically political and had never voted in a Presidential election. In March 1921, he joined Warren G. Harding's Cabinet as Secretary of Commerce. After Harding died suddenly in 1923, he continued in the same post under Calvin Coolidge.

Hoover was a diligent and industrious presence in both administrations, but he was dazzlingly short on endearing qualities. His manner was cold, vain, prickly, and snappish. He never thanked subordinates or inquired about their health or happiness. He had no visible capacity for friendliness or warmth. He did not even like shaking hands. Although Coolidge's sense of humor was that of a slightly backward schoolboy -- one of his favorite japes was to ring all the White House servant bells at once, then hide behind the drapes to savor the confusion that followed -- he did at least have one. Hoover had none. One of his closest associates remarked that in thirty years he had never heard Hoover laugh out loud.

Coolidge kept an exceedingly light hand on the tiller of state. He presided over an administration that was, in the words of one observer, "dedicated to inactivity."...By 1927, Coolidge worked no more than about four and a half hours a day -- "a far lighter schedule than most other Presidents, indeed most other people, have followed," as the political scientist Robert E. Gilbert once observed -- and napped much of the rest of the time. "No other President in my time," recalled the White House usher, "ever slept so much." When not napping, he often sat with his feet in an open desk drawer (a lifelong habit) and counted cars passing on Pennsylvania Avenue.

All this left Herbert Hoover in an ideal position to exert himself outside his areas of formal responsibility, and nothing pleased Herbert Hoover more than conquering new administrative territories. He took a hand in everything -- labor disputes, the regulation of radio, the fixing of airline routes, the supervision of foreign loans, the relief of traffic congestion, the distribution of water rights along major rivers, the price of rubber, the implementation of child hygiene regulations, and much else that often seemed only tangentially related to matters of domestic commerce. He became known to his colleagues as the Secretary of Commerce and Undersecretary of Everything Else...

Coolidge didn't like most people, but he seemed especially not to like Hoover. "That man has offered me unsolicited advice for six years, all of it bad!" Coolidge once barked when the subject of Hoover came up. In April 1927, Coolidge puzzled the world by issuing a statement proclaiming that Hoover would never be appointed Secretary of State...Why Coolidge issued the statement at all, and why with such finality, was a matter that puzzled every political commentator in the country. As Hoover had indicated no desire for the role, and the incumbent, Frank B. Kellogg, no inclination to leave it, they were as bewildered as everyone else.

With withering disdain Coolidge referred to his tireless Commerce Secretary as Wonder Boy, but though he sneered, he was glad to have someone to do so much of his work for him....(W)hen the Mississippi flooded as it never had before, it was to Herbert Hoover that President Coolidge turned. One week after making his enigmatic promise not to promote Hoover to the role of Secretary of State, Coolidge appointed him to head the relief efforts to deal with the emergency. Apart from that one act, Coolidge did nothing. He declined to visit the flooded areas. He declined to make any federal funds available or to call a special session of Congress. He declined to make a national radio broadcast appealing for private donations. He declined to provide the humorist Will Rogers with a message of hope and goodwill that Rogers could read out as part of a national broadcast. He declined to supply twelve signed photographs to be auctioned off for the relief of flood victims.

-- The weird relationship between the equally weird Calvin Coolidge and Herbert Hoover, via One Summer: America, 1927 by Bill Bryson (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO), courtesy Anchor Books (2014).

#History #Herbert Hoover #Calvin Coolidge #President Hoover #President Coolidge #Coolidge Administration #Harding Administration #Cabinet of Warren G. Harding #Cabinet of Calvin Coolidge #Presidents #Presidential History #Presidential Relationships #Presidential Rivals #Presidential Personalities #One Summer: America 1927 #Bill Bryson #Anchor Books #Penguin Random House

[bullet-prooflove]

The Beauty of the End Part 5: History - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @sxmmarie @queeniesdiary @briefpersonenemy @creativitybeware @genius2050 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @oureternalbond @baybaybear1 @@thanossexual

Part One: Nashville - Riz makes a decision that affects your relationship in Nashville.

Part Two: Reckless - Taza and Neron realise that Riz is spiralling.

Part Three: Walk The Line - Taza calls you to get the truth about what happened between you and Riz.

Part 4: Bright - Vicki reminds Riz it's not all about him.

You don’t pick up the phone when he calls and Riz doesn’t blame you. When it goes straight to voicemail he doesn’t even bother to leave a message, he simply hangs up the phone and sighs. He tries to plan out his next steps in the shower but every avenue he looks down comes with a problem.

Access.

It’s not just as simple as picking up the phone anymore, if you block his calls, it’s not as if he can just turn up at your house. He’s lost track of your schedule over the past few months, he’s not even sure which city you’re in.

Those tickets at the box office, he would bet his life they aren’t even in his name anymore. Even then they only gave him access to the venue, with security the way it is, he wouldn’t be able to get anywhere hear you. He presses his palms to the cool tiles and hangs his head under the hot stream of water in an attempt to drown out the noise that resonates through his head.

He’s fucked up.

He’s ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to him because he can’t face the prospect of being rejected by someone that he loves.

He knows what this is about, but he hates the fact that it still fucking affects him even after all these years. The scars, they’re buried deep underneath the ridges of his skin but that time he spent in the orphanage in Mexico still stings. He knows his mother did what she thought was best, twenty-two with three kids, no man in the picture, too many mouths to feed… It wasn’t abandonment not really.

He was fifteen when he was cut loose, a few bucks to his name and a backpack. He knew his mother had a sister in the US so he’d made the trip under the cover of darkness and ended up here in Santo Padre, Vicki had just started up the brothel at that point. A wayward nephew had never factored into her plans. She had had taken him in anyway, putting him to work doing anything that needed doing around the house. Turning rooms over between clients, helping with the bar, keeping the appointment books and balancing the accounts.

He’d been a dropout ever since kindergarten, at least in the brothel he was productive. He’d learned from the best how to please a woman, how to listen to the sounds of her body, the heady echo of her moans. For the briefest moment in those exchanges, he felt like somebody loved him, that somebody wanted him. He forgot that love in his world was transactional. It took him a long time to accept that Vicki kept him around because she cares about him and not out of obligation.

“You’re surprisingly well adjusted.” You had told him as the two of you sat in the yard, sharing a spliff as the sun went down. Your feet were resting in his lap, his thumb caressing the hollow of your ankle before he leant over and handed you the joint.

“The MC helped balance me out.” He told you when he settled back into his seat. “It gave me the thing that I was missing, showed me that love and loyalty doesn’t have to come with stings. I think I have Taza to thank for that. He sponsored me, took me under his wing, he was the first person who really saw me for who I was and gave me that encouragement to grow as person and explore who I am.”

“He’s your MC dad.” You told him as you took a drag and he had laughed because he’s never thought about it like that. Taza’s the guy that calls him on his shit, sits with him when he’s low, he’s the one that taught him how to play guitar, that shared his love of music.

Taza always been there when Riz has needed it, despite the fact that Riz has done everything he can to fight it recently.

“Fuck.” He mutters, throwing his head back and using his palm to wipe the water from his face. Even when he’s an asshole, Taza’s still there, trying to help him put the pieces back together.

He’s barely set foot out of the shower when he hears the knock on his door. He almost ignores it. He doesn’t want to see anyone else tonight, he wants to get into his bed and scroll through pictures of the two of you on his phone the same way he has every other night since he ended things. He’s still clutching the towel to his waist when he answers the door and sees you standing there.

You still look as beautiful as the first day he saw you, that black silk dress hugging your form. Brown boots and a matching leather jacket thrown over your shoulders. Your suitcase is propped up next to you. In the background he sees Taza and Creeper idling in the van, Taza gives him a nod before he turns his head to Creeper and the two of them pull away from the curb.

He’s thought about what he wants to say so much over the past couple of hours, however now that you’re here the words just won’t come out. As your gaze shifts to the towel slung low around his hips, he realises this he’s still standing there at the front door, dripping wet and wearing next to nothing. It’s you that breaks the silence.

“Can I come in?”

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[hiddenstashart]

Illuminaughty?

Goth salmon girlfriend?

Snake with a knife taped to it?

now THAT’S a party

#I love making #sticker packs #I’m passionate about #header cards #the most for some reason #these are also UV reactive #you can find them at #PDXchange #in #Portland Oregon #on #Mississippi Avenue

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Twelve Disciples Ch.3

Summary: Pepper Davis is not unknown to the mob world, she’s well aware of the benefits and dangers of this business, but what she’s about to find out is how dangerous it can be for one to stay in between a brother rivalry.

Pairings: Matt Jackson x OFC Pepper x Nick Jackson

Warnings: +18

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @allelitesmut

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

“You’re absolutely insane!” Nick speaks amid laughs “You’re in love with me? You don’t even know me!” He turns around to face the street again, putting the car back into first gear once again and driving into the deserted avenue towards Pepper’s loft.

Matt’s words - that resembled a motherly advice - now echoed in her mind, “If it ever comes to this, dovey. I want you to lie. Lie about your feelings, lie about loving him, about wanting to meet him for years, lie about hating me and wishing you could help him kill me. Do whatever it takes for you to keep your character intact. Lie about everything! Fuck him if you have to, make him believe every single word you say!”

“I do know you!” She began, silently praying her acting skills continue to be as good as they were in her teen years. “I’ve watched you from afar for a few years now. I tried to get to know you but you’ve never seen me. Not the way I see you, at least”.

Nick stopped at the last red light before reaching the loft. Time was not on Pepper’s side and she would have to do the unimaginable to convince him of her words.

She tentatively rested her hand on top of Nick’s hand, her nails traced the thick, warm knuckles. “You always fascinated me. I always wondered what it would be like to be with you, to feel your lips on mine, your hands on my body, waking up next to you, watching you go from boyfriend material to businessman before my eyes, having breakfast with you every morning, listening to your heartbeat in bed at night” Pepper cupped Nick’s jaw, briefly turning his head to face her, and hoping her eyes portray the truthfulness her words didn’t have.

Stormy blue eyes stared back at her, confusion and disbelief poured from them as the most torrid rain from the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Pepper, but I suggest you be very careful right now. Just because one of my policies is to not harm women, doesn’t mean I’m not capable of doing so if they do me wrong” Icicles hung from Nick’s words, their sharpness deadly like an ice pick. This wasn’t an empty threat, this was a verbalized warning from a man capable of doing the most horrid things. Nick had no limits, no conscience, no fear, no values or boundaries that prevented him from doing morally condemned actions.

Of that, Matt had also warned her many times “A man without common principles is dangerous, dovey. That’s why you need to be careful with Nick. The only thing he cares about is his pride, and the minute you hurt it somehow he’ll make you pay for it severely. It doesn’t matter your gender, age, or the feelings you nurture for him. Once you mess with Nick Jackson, he can and will make sure you pay for it in ways that will make you wish you were dead”.

Pepper controlled the shiver that threatened to run down her spine and whispered “Everyone told me it was a mistake to do this. ‘You look like a desperate bitch’ is what they all told me. Why go after a man who won’t love you back? Why risk everything if he doesn’t even know you exist? Why potentially risk your life for a man who is incapable of loving anyone?” Pulling back suddenly, she began to dry up the tears she had managed to spill from her dark chocolate orbs “I’m so fucking stupid” She laughed bitterly “I thought that for once things were going to happen the way I imagined, how fucking naive of me to think that you would ever want something with me” Shaking her head briefly, Pepper opened the passenger door and stepped out to the warm late night breeze. Her heels hit the concrete and echoed through the deserted street like a sledgehammer, she continued to walk towards the loft in an attempt of getting Nick’s attention. Theatrical? Yes. Desperate? Even more, she had officially hit her fight-or-flight mode and this was a pathetic attempt to save her flawed character from seeing the concrete floor at a random alley before eating gunpowder for her last meal.

“Someone forgot to take their medication today” Nick murmured to himself as he stared at the woman walking down the pavement “Psycho bitch”, he quickly tapped a few numbers on his phone screen, and while waiting for the call to connect, Nick continued to stare at her.

“Hey, do a thorough search on Pepper Davis for me. I wanna know everything! Even what she had for dinner last night. Spread the word around and give me the info”

“Ok, sir. I’ll work on-”

“I want that information yesterday, Angelo!” Nick rushed before hanging up. He picked up speed as soon as the lights turned green, and while driving next to her he called “Get in the car, Pepper”

She felt her heart skipping a beat when Nick called for her “It’s fine, we’re close enough. I’ll walk to the loft, you can go”

“I’m not going to let you walk alone at this time of night, angel. Just get in the car”

“It’s fine, Mr. Jackson. I can-”

“Pepper!” Nick squealed the tires and abruptly turned the car to the right, just in time to stop Pepper from crossing the street, “Get in the fucking car, goddamn it!”

Caged between the car and the side block behind her, Pepper had no other choice but to get in the passenger’s seat.

The few minutes' ride to the loft was made beneath an uncomfortable silence. Pepper caught Nick’s eyes lingering a little too long on his phone screen, and she was sure he was waiting for something important about her. Perhaps Nick had asked someone to get info on her, her past, or even if she had any connections to his older brother. The only thing Pepper prayed for is that Matt has been able to spread the word about her ‘feelings’ towards Nick enough for it to reach the important ears already.

Nick’s phone rang from the dashboard and he quickly picked up before the first ring came to an end.

“Yeah?” He stood silent the whole call, only hearing the stern, mumbling male voice on the other end of the line. “Ok, send it to me through email as well. Alright, thank you”. Nick shifted into the driver’s seat, and as soon as they reached the loft area, he drove right past it.

“The lofts are back there” Pepper murmured, commenting on the obvious while her eyes kept a fixed gaze on the man beside her.

“I know” Nick grinned before taking a quick glance at her “We’re going back to my place”

“Is there work waiting for us?” She hesitantly asked, feeling that very same shiver from earlier tonight running down her spine.

When Nick’s only response was to laugh hysterically, Pepper felt a tingling sensation settling at the base of her spine, as if Satan’s scratchy fingernail was warning her of the potential dangers of entering Nick’s mansion tonight.

#the twelve disciples series #nick jackson imagine #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson fanfiction #nick jackson #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson #the young bucks #young bucks #masochist writes

[clairity-org]

Minneapolis Riverfront 7/4/23 by Sharon Mollerus

#Minneapolis #water taxis #Mississippi River #HIghway 65 Third Avenue Bridge #Minnesota #MN #flickr

[ringneckedpheasant]

#mn #palestine #marc.txt

[truecrimecrystals]

Davante Richardson has been missing since July 2020. The then-28-year-old man lived in Washington, D.C. at the time of his disappearance, but he vanished after reportedly traveling to Wyoming. Davante was last seen by his mother at the residence they shared on Mississippi Avenue Southeast in D.C. on July 20th, 2020. Family remembers reported him missing two days later. 

Before vanishing, Davante told others that he was going to Wyoming to "help his friend Kanye". He was referring to rapper Kanye West, who owns a ranch in Greybull, Wyoming. Davante does not personally know West; however, his final outgoing text message to a friend stated that he was "going to see his buddy Kanye."

On July 27th, 2020, Davante's vehicle was found abandoned on a dirt road in Big Horn County Wyoming, located several miles east of West's ranch. Davante's keys, two cell phones, and laptop were found inside the car. According to reports, the car was “clean and very well kept, without presenting any evidence of a sustained road trip." The vehicle was also not found to have any mechanical issues. 

Authorities interviewed West's security team at the Wyoming ranch. The security team did not report having any encounters with anyone matching Davante's description. It is not believed that Davante ever actually made it to West's ranch. 

Throughout the investigation, it was revealed that Davante "was believed to have been sighted at a gas station 150 miles south from where his vehicle was located on July 26, 2020." A witness at the gas station reportedly saw a man matching Davante's description "get into the passenger side of his Jeep while a white female got into the driver's seat." The vehicle was found abandoned the following day. 

The Big Horn County Sheriff's office has searched the area where Davante's vehicle was found with K9s, drones, and helicopters, but no clues have been found. The sheriff's office is collaborating with both the DC Metropolitan Police and the FBI in the search for Davante. Unfortunately, he still remains missing today.

If you have any information that could lead to Davante's whereabouts, please submit a tip.

#davante richardson #missing man #missing person #wyoming #washington dc #true crime #true crime research #tcoriginal #2020 #this one is a weird one #i hope he is found safely

[brooklynmuseum]

Mementos, memories, and musings on Mississippi. 

Shelves lined with canned and pickled foods and the improvisational gospel music of his band, the Black Monks, are just two examples of the ways Theaster Gates Jr. shares his memories of childhood summers spent in Mississippi. The Double Wide (shown here), which the artist made using salvaged old materials from a barn in Indiana and pine flooring from New York’s Park Avenue Armory, represents an experience of dislocation while summoning the tastes, feelings, and sounds of the South. 

Gates Jr.’s work in A Movement in Every Direction: Legacies of the Great Migration creates a space for our physical and spiritual senses that preserves and summons the tastes, feelings, and sounds of the South.

See The Double Wide and more of the artist’s artwork in #GreatMigrationBkM through June 25. 

📷 Theaster Gates Jr. (born Chicago, Illinois, 1973; based in Chicago, Illinois). The Double Wide, 2022. Spruce framing, armory flooring, metal roofing exterior, Mississippi reliquary, tar, pickled goods, bronze sculpture, two-channel video (color, sound): 6 min., 18 sec. and 2 min., 2 sec., dimensions variable. Courtesy of the artist. Brooklyn Museum. (Photo: Jonathan Dorado) → Sara Pooley

#Brooklyn Museum #brooklyn #museum #art #exhibition #Theaster Gates Jr #GreatMigrationBkM #great migration #mississippi #artist