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?