I refuse to downplay my intelligence... to make you comfortable with your ignorance: Friday, January 23, 2026

Friday, January 23, 2026

RIP SISTER

💔 53YO Lost Shelter Bed After Bus Was Late — Found Frozen to Death the Next Day 💔

53-year-old Moneque Cook, a Michigan native, had been struggling with homelessness for months, moving between shelters while trying to survive during one of the coldest winters of the year. On Monday night, a city bus delay caused her to arrive just 20 minutes late to the shelter where she was scheduled to sleep. Because of that delay, she lost her bed and was left with nowhere to go. With temperatures plunging well below freezing, Moneque was forced to sleep outdoors, exposed to the brutal cold overnight.

The next morning, she was found unresponsive behind a dumpster in Mount Clemens and later pronounced dead after freezing to death. Her tragic death has sparked outrage and renewed conversations about how rigid shelter policies and transportation delays can have fatal consequences for unhoused people. In the wake of Moneque’s passing, Michigan officials are now considering changes to homelessness and shelter access policies to prevent another life from being lost this way. Rest in peace, Moneque Cook — you deserved warmth, safety, and dignity. 💔

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READ THE STORY

When archivists opened the old leather-bound ledger inside a climate-controlled vault, they expected the usual entries: tobacco yields, expenses, weather notes. What they found instead was a column of dates stretching across nearly two decades, each marked with a single, chilling initial — “S” — followed by descriptions that grew more urgent with time: “Light skin… passed inspection.” “Sent north, no further questions.” Eighteen lines. Eighteen children. And one woman — nameless, ageless — erased from every official record, yet haunting every page.

Full story: https://newsusstareverydays.com/tunghtv/children-without-names-tg/

Hartley Plantation in Virginia had long been a symbol of order and prosperity, built on rigid discipline and dawn bells that ruled hundreds of lives. Everything there had a price, including human beings. Robert Hartley III, the young heir with polished manners and an impeccable public image, had been taught that good management meant never allowing sentiment to interfere with profit. When his wife could no longer bear children, and when money began tightening its grip, he found a solution no one dared to speak aloud.

A young enslaved woman, light-skinned, was moved to the edge of the plantation. Pregnancies appeared without explanation. Newborns vanished within days. Quiet payments from Richmond flowed back just as steadily, sealing debts and restoring the appearance of success. And somewhere in the shadows, an aging midwife recorded everything in a secret diary hidden beneath her floorboards, clinging to the belief that one day, someone might read it.

The final line in the ledger, written in a trembling hand, said only: “Burned it all. God forgive me.”

But if everything was truly destroyed… why does this story still refuse to disappear?