Fred Hampton, deputy chairman of the Illinois chapter of the Black Panther Party, was born on August 30, 1948 and raised in the Chicago suburb of Maywood, Illinois. In high school he excelled in academics and athletics. After Hampton graduated from high school, he enrolled in a pre-law program at Triton Junior College in River Grove, Illinois. Hampton also became involved in the civil rights movement, joining his local branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP). His dynamic leadership and organizational skills in the branch enabled him to rise to the position of Youth Council President. Hampton mobilized a racially integrated group of five hundred young people who successfully lobbied city officials to create better academic services and recreational facilities for African American children.
In 1968, Hampton joined the Black Panther Party (BPP), headquartered in Oakland, California. Using his NAACP experience, he soon headed the Chicago chapter. During his brief BPP tenure, Hampton formed a “Rainbow Coalition” which included Students for a Democratic Society, the Blackstone Rangers, a street gang and the National Young Lords, a Puerto Rican organization. Hampton was also successful in negotiating a gang truce on local television.
In an effort to neutralize the Chicago BPP, the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and the Chicago Police Department placed the chapter under heavy surveillance and conducted several harassment campaigns. In 1969, several BPP members and police officers were either injured or killed in shootouts, and over one hundred local members of the BPP were arrested.
During an early morning police raid of the BPP headquarters at 2337 W. Monroe Street on December 4, 1969, twelve officers opened fire, killing the 21-year-old Hampton and Peoria, Illinois Panther leader Mark Clark. Police also seriously wounded four other Panther members. Many in the Chicago African American community were outraged over the raid and what they saw as the unnecessary deaths of Hampton and Clark. Over 5,000 people attended Hampton’s funeral where Reverends Ralph Abernathy and Jesse Jackson of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference eulogized the slain activist. Years later, law enforcement officials admitted wrongdoing in the killing of Hampton and Clark. In 1990, and later in 2004, the Chicago City Council passed resolutions commemorating December 4 as Fred Hampton Day.
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The thing is my mom IS a medical expert, she’s a GP, but she’s also been incredibly blind to every condition I’ve ever had growing up, especially mentally. It took a LOT of bad times for her to admit that I had anxiety and depression as a teenager, and she doesn’t really take seriously any physical ailments I have. Like, I love her and she loves me, but I guess she doesn’t want me to be different or difficult, especially because my two older sisters turned out a lot better than I did.
Also, I guess she doesn’t want to admit that she didn’t notice medical problems with me as a child
Brutal, I’m sorry to hear all that. Your sisters didn’t turn out better than you, though. Just because you don’t fit a particular mold or you’ve had a more difficult time navigating the society we find ourselves in doesn’t make you “worse” than anyone.
oof. moms amiright? I got diagnosed as autistic when I was like 10 or 12 and my mom’s bright idea was to not get me any treatment or even tell the school because she though it would stigmatize me. Like being labeled autistic was the thing that would get me teased not the fact that I was a fucking weirdo who’s writing looked like a 3 year old’s.
An official diagnosis probably wont change your life much if you are an adult. You have siblings who are better adjusted to living in hell world that doesn’t mean they “turned out better.” Maybe just ask those siblings “Hey, if I told you I’m autistic would that explain a lot?” If they are like: “yeah. that does make a lot of sense.” then you have your diagnosis.
Most of what a autism specialist will do is dredge up a ton of your personal history and gather a ton of data on you to determine if you fit the criteria of autism. A person who grew up with you has all the data they just need to look at the criteria of autism.