The Adversary Is Within Us

Every time that I think I can't figure out what my next post will be about, I only have to read something on the Web. I think it's horrible that the people of this so called country would boo the First Lady. I think it's horrible that black people are more concerned about who Tyler Perry casts in his new movie than the treatment our children are receiving. Black people are getting short changed in every aspect of society and all you want to complain about is the shit that goes on in the entertainment industry? Or your hair and the upkeep of your hair and why black men are running for the mountains of "I Can't Take This Shit Anymore" with white women.

Your kids are roaming the streets at two, three or four in the morning. Your kids are in

gangs. And it's not their fault, really, it's not. It boils down to join or die. And you can't be bothered, because you need to find out who survived on Survivor or who won Dancing With the Stars of which you will never be one. Your kids are getting killed at a wholesale rate. You're losing your future. WE are losing the future of this country. And all you crazy, infantile, post racial Kneegroes want to talk about is politics. Most of you can tell me what Newt said or who Cain felt up or Ron Paul's latest promise that he'll be unable to fulfill. You want to talk about Entertainment Tonight, The Biggest Looser, The Housewives of one of the many fucked upped cities in Amerikkka, but you don't want to talk about our future in this country, the future of our children, the abuse of our children, the lack of education for our children and why our kids are roaming the streets at such early hours.

I remember when you jumped all over Bill Cosby for telling the truth. He got his eyes opened in a most unpleasant manner and when he tried to convey the problem to you, you and the so called, above it all educated, I'm on a equal basis with white people and therefore this doesn't affect me black people condemned him for airing "our" dirty laundry to the white public at large. Here's a flash for you. We don't have any "dirty laundry". White people know everything about us that they need to know, or you can say the reality of it is... they just don't give a shit. They have the upper hand and aren't in any hurry to abdicate the position. We are the enemy that is us.

When you helped to elect Barak Obama for president, YOU KNEW. Deep down, YOU KNEW that he wasn't going to make your well being his priority. You conveniently overlooked one aspect of his character. He was a politician. You also overlooked the naked hatred of the Big Giant Heads in Washington. But you had hope. You had hope on a deep preternatural level that maybe, just maybe he would be the one to make a difference. But it wasn't to be.

Now your angry. Deep down, your angry, because some time during the course of the current events in this country, you realized that Post Racial America was a lie. That nothing had changed. Same shit different day. The band played on. Your dream of a new dawn died a tragic and ignoble death. And yet you persevere. You persevere in the same old destructive, self hatred behavior that has made you a joke in the eyes of the world, the whole fucking planet. You insist on letting your children wear their pants down around their asses as an expression of what? That they couldn't make it to the bathroom to take a dump? That rap is an art form? Yeah right. Ice T and his white wife, Coco are laughing at your black asses all the way to the bank. And so is the "reformed" Ice cube, the "reformed" Snoop Dog, the "reformed" LL Cool J, the "reformed" Queen, who I understand won't even talk to you Kneegroes. When Are you Kneegroes going to reform?

When are you going to realize that the only people that you have to fall back on is yourselves? That together you can accomplish anything that you set your minds to. The key word here is "Together". As in a group, as a people who have a future. Other races and cultures that are in this country and come to this country and who have come to this country, understand this concept. What is our problem? Is the slave mentally still, to this day, so deeply imbedded in us that we can't break free? Are we doomed to act out and pass down this self destructive behavior from generation to generation? I can't answer that. I am just a fool. But I do know one thing and of that I am certain. We must find a way to prevent the deaths of so many of our children.

THE BLACK FAMILY PLEDGE

BECAUSE we have forgotten our ancestors, our children no longer give us honor.

BECAUSE we have lost the path our ancestors cleared kneeling in perilous undergrowth, our children cannot find their way.

BECAUSE we have banished the God of our ancestors, our children cannot pray.

BECAUSE the old wails of our ancestors have faded beyond our hearing, our children cannot hear us crying.

BECAUSE we have abandoned our wisdom of mothering and fathering, our befuddled children give birth to children they neither want nor understand.

BECAUSE we have forgotten how to love, the adversary is within our gates, an holds us up to the mirror of the world shouting, "Regard the loveless"

Therefore we pledge to bind ourselves to one another, to embrace our lowliest, to keep company with our loneliest, to educate our illiterate, to feed our starving, to clothe our ragged, to do all good things, knowing that we are more than keepers of our brothers and sisters.

We ARE our brothers and sisters.

IN HONOR of those who toiled and implored God with golden tongues, and in gratitude to the same God who brought us out of hopeless desolation, we make this pledge.

Maya Angelou

Zulus' , Black Men and Ninjas

Before you get into this post, I should tell you that I've been posting pictures on the side bar of Old Skool artists. Without the link. Which, I take it, you already know about by now. Is that stupid or what? I apologize. It never occurred to me that you might want to have a look at the particular person being showcased. There's a wealth of history available to us as Black people and I failed in showing you where it is. Again. Please accept my apologies for overlooking the obvious.

The history of the Zulu people can be traced back to the 19th century hero, Shaka Zulu, who, after the death of his father Senzangakhona, conquered many nations and amalgamated them under his reign, thus creating a huge Zulu nation.

In 1828 Dingaan, Shaka’s brother, assassinated him. After Shaka’s death in 1828, Dingaan became the king of the Zulus but was killed in the battle of Ncome. However, the Zulu people won this battle. Cetshwayo, his brother, took over the reigns and in 1879 the Zulu warriors defeated the British in the battle of Isandlwana. In 1887 the British annexed Natal, today known as KwaZulu-Natal, and later incorporated Natal into a colony.

Many of the cultures, customs, and traditions of Shaka’s time remain the corner stones of the Zulu people, and each year the Zulu nation celebrates the Heritage Day during which they commemorate their hero, Shaka Zulu and also revive their cultural tradition.

The reason I give this very brief history of the Zulu people is because they

represented everything black men should be. They were warriors, with a warriors code of honor, not killers. They took pride in who they were. They were men. They protected their women and children. They were Zulu. If you belonged to the the tribe, you were Zulu.The same applies today. If you are black, you belong to the tribe.You have responsibilities. To your women. To your children. You are the "people of heaven". You are survivors. Why is this such a difficult concept to grasp?

The white society romanticizes the American Indian and elevates him to a near supernatural status after systematically trying to wipe him from the face of the earth and although I have nothing against Indians and they did get supremely fucked over by white people but the fact is, Indians don't want to have nothing to do with you Kneegroes anymore, even though some tribes held your ancestors as slaves and you can trace your genealogy back to certain tribes, you have been outed. Pure and simple. What you gonna do now? Because now you ain't entitled to all of that good stuff the government gives the Indians anymore and your feelings are hurt.

Let's take a look at the the Japanese Samurai, the ultimate warrior, poet and lover. You might think that these labels conflict with each other, but if you bother to check with the history of the Samurai, you'll find that all of these labels come together to form a complete person, because they involve intelligence, spirit, soul, dedication, honor and humanity, something that is lacking in the current generation of black men entering the world stage.

My intention is not to be harsh or to preach. It's just that there are certain

things that a man will not do or stand for. There are certain things that only a man (any man) can impart to his male child. And he can't do this stuff if he's not present. All the child support in the world won't remedy the situation. You can buy all the pampers and baby blankets and the books and the clothes and the lunch money that you can afford, but nothing... nothing can serve as a substitute for your presence in the life of a small child. You need to be there.

If you don't or think you can't be there or don't believe you have it in you to be there, then keep your tallywhacker in your pants. If you don't believe you are ready for a family, then either keep a good supply of condoms on hand or get yourselves fixed and stop shifting blame onto the woman in the relationship.

This is for you cheap assed Kneegro men out there who wrongfully think that condoms are for sissy's and think they dilute the experience of "new" punani, because you're too cheap or full of the white definition of what a man should be to spring for the the minor cash that would protect your and your partners futures and when, down the road, she shows up at your jobs, asking what you gonna do about your unborn child, you have the nerve to get upset.

THAT IS INSANITY!

Zulu warriors took responsibility for their choices in life. Can you black men say the same?

The Head Bone is Connected to the Neck Bone

What is Black culture? The Fool wants to know. I hear a lot about the "black Community". Okay. I'll give you that one. Somewhere in this country there are black people who have their own businesses close to a neighborhood populated mostly by other black people. Harlem immediately comes to mind. I'm sure there are more.

One of the definitions of culture found in Wikipedia is: (and I can hear you kneegroes-with a small k now. Don't this fool ever stop asking these damn questions?)

In the twentieth century, "culture" emerged as a concept central to anthropology, encompassing all human phenomena that are not purely results of human genetics. Specifically, the term "culture" in American anthropology had two meanings: (1) the evolved human capacity to classify and represent experiences with symbols, and to act imaginatively and creatively; and (2) the distinct ways that people living in different parts of the world classified and represented their experiences, and acted creatively. Following World War II, the term became important, albeit with different meanings, in other disciplines such as cultural studies, organizational psychology and management studies.

My interpretation of this definition, as referring to black people is... culture is the shit that is left over on our racial psyche after being supplanted with the bullshit of the for-bearers of the Big Giant Heads. Meaning, stuff that we can call solely our own, stuff that we do that has somehow survived more or less intact. For instance, Jumping the Broom would fit into this category or Kwanza, which defines how we celebrate and give thanks. Our music which has always been unique. Or the phrase and it's only a phrase that we pay a lot of lip service to: It takes a village to raise a child and incidentally, white people have taken that too. Those are parts of OUR culture. I don't expect I'll be seeing white people jumping the broom any time soon.

Are we known as a physical people? Are we known as a musically inventive people? Are we known as comedians? Are we known as the people you go to to get shit done? Are we craftsmen, warriors, writers, weavers, rich men, poor men, beggar men or thieves?

Does the black man have a moral code of honor? You know- scruples, a conduct of how he lives his life, stuff that he just won't do under any circumstances. I've never ever heard this question discussed before. I mean... all of our moral standards are Judeo Christian in nature. It would seem to me that something would have rubbed off on us black men. What do we pass down to our children? What do we pass on that's solely ours as a race? Are our religious beliefs our own or just another overlay? Oops! Sorry. I got a little too close to the line that time. Just how do we define ourselves in such a manner that would bring us together as a culture? How do we get the neck bone connected to the head bone and the shoulder bone connected to the arm bone? What is it in the black Diaspora that will bring us together as a people? Are we doomed to follow the path of self loathing from generation to generation? Is this the only legacy that we have to pass on to the future?

Surely those of you who are of the black persuasion and have achieved a modicum of success in the white world have no need to consider such things. You have actively sought out and pursued your vision complete with your white partner and soul mate. That was your choice. I don't judge. But please stop the whining and complaining about those of a less tolerant disposition of your life choices, because you burned a lot of bridges and sucked a lot of ass to get to that point. You're only conscious of your fellow black travelers when you're reminded of your blackness by those self same individuals who aren't so in love with your vision of your success.

I guess you figured out a way to connect the arm bone to the shoulder bone and the knee bone to the leg bone and the leg bone to the foot bone (oh dem damn bones!), because you sure got up and ran the hell away pretty fast. What is that they say? Keep your eyes on the prize and don't look back, because as Satchel Page said: "somebody might be gaining on you". You are the black man who puts the handle on the watermelon or carries it home in a bowling ball bag and cuts it up into very small, very neat uniformed slices so that it doesn't drip onto your linen napkin.

Culture to black people is a fine woman covered over in scented oil that slides from our embrace every time we try and reach for her. She's just out of our grasp and the few time we do manage to get her to bed, she's so oiled up that she just slides from between our arms and back onto the carpet, rises and runs merrily away. We never get the chance to tell her how much she is needed.

We all make choices. We make the choice not to make a choice. So how can you make the choice to abandon something that is possible that you didn't have in the first place?

You Too Can Make It

Ah me. You Kneegroes never learn. Case in point. Herman Cain. Mr. Cain, who is

running for president of these United States of Amerikka had this to say about you lazy Kneegroes:

"I don't have facts to back this up, but I happen to believe that these demonstrations are planned and orchestrated to distract from the failed policies of the Obama administration. Don't blame Wall Street, don't blame the big banks, if you don't have a job and you're not rich, blame yourself! ... It is not a person's fault if they succeeded, it is a person's fault if they failed."

I'm pretty sure he was talking to white people too. But we all know who he was really addressing(wink, wink)

The Fool generally, as a rule doesn't discuss politics, but I couldn't let this one pass. Way back in the day, when the slaves were planning a revolt or an escape, there was always one of you Kneegroe who would scamper back up to the big house to inform his beloved master what those crazy darkies were planning. Seems times haven't changed that much, huh?

This comes on the heel of our esteemed president telling you Kneegroes to get out of bed, take off your slippers and put on your walking shoes. If you ain't figured it out by now, then you really do have a problem, because the fact is: Kneegroes who make it in this life are not like you, don't want to be like you and do not want to associate with you and will go to any lengths, no matter how absurd to distant themselves from you. Kneegroes who make it in the business world are a special breed with very, very, tough skin. They are also insane. Of course there are exceptions to every rule.

They go along to get along. They have made themselves into what they think the big giant heads want them to be. They will say or do anything that they think will please TBGH and progress their status in life. But I really don't blame them, after all, we all want what "they" want.

You people are constantly throwing around the words Black community. There is no Black community. There is only a few million people with a few million views and they all conflict with each other. There is no Black culture. You left any culture that you had on the shores of Africa, as any African will tell you. Aren't Africans a jolly people?

Herman Cain and Kneegroes like him say these things to distance themselves from you. In their twisted minds, you are where you are because you are lazy, refuse to learn and speak proper English. While the real fact is, you are where you are because you refuse to work together, get along with each other and form your own communities where you can dictate your own future. This is where your strengths lie and this is the only path to survival in today's world.

From where I stand, there will always be Kneegroes like Herman Cain who will toss your black asses under the bus, watch it roll over you and merrily walk over your mangled black carcass to get to the other side of the street to kiss his white masters ass.

The sooner you learn to get your act together and start demanding that the black politicians who serve you, the people, do their jobs and make it their priority to get the street pirates, rapist and robbers out of your neighborhoods, then the better it will be.

But what am I saying? That would mean that you Kneegroes would actually have to start working together. It would mean that you would have to start getting along without killing each other. What was I thinking?