The Corner of Survival and Just Getting By

There is a saying that's been floating around and has been for awhile, especially in the body building world: What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger. I tend to disagree. I believe that what doesn't kill you , will fuck you up for the rest of your life. And the strong don't always survive. Those are just the facts. Reality is a bitch. Because the meek will never inherit this Earth. This reality, by design is structured on survival for the fittest. You can be predator or you can be prey.

Black people have been chosen or depending on your point of view, assigned the role of prey. Was it through no fault of our own? Or was it meant to be a lesson? If it is intended to be a lesson, we haven't learned it very well. Some in the religious community believe that we were assigned this role through divine intervention. I don't know about that. I am a fool. But any "God" that would purposely give dominion to some of "his" children over the rest of his children has some serious personal issues on a cosmic scale. That's just my personal opinion and coming from a microscopic piece of dust such as myself, means nothing. I admit it.

There are black people in this country who have done very well for themselves and there are those of us who have not. The majority of us exist on the corner of Survival and Just Getting By. We are not ready... for anything. We are still too busy arguing amongst ourselves to realize that something is coming down the pike, to coin a phrase. Have you black people ever heard of survivalists? These are white people who are getting their shit together. And they are not crazy. They are getting prepared. A lot of people are getting prepared. We as a people are stuck on a hill with our gears frozen in neutral and our foot on the brake, trying to prevent the inevitable and uncaring force of gravity from dragging us backwards and over the cliff onto the rocks below.

We are stagnating. The furthest that we will go into the forest is to rant about the politics of politics, not realizing that around the next tree is a very large bear trap that will spring close on our ankle, probably shattering the bone and sending us into shock. Reality, which has a very nasty and untimely way of intruding on ones life, strolls over and takes a big chunk out of our ass as our neurons go into overdrive and come up with this amazing protracted theory that no one will be coming to help us and sooner, rather than later we will have to contemplate the unsavory decision to chew our leg off, because that's what politics is all about. Traps. Very dangerous traps. And there's no help in sight.

At the other end of the spectrum there are those of us who are just plain lost in the forest. We went in too deep without a compass, because we figured we couldn't read one anyway, so what was the use of bringing one. And surprise. There's no cell phone service and we don't have any matches, because we don't smoke and oh yeah, food wasn't a problem. There's a MickyD's right down the road. So while we were contemplating the beauty of the forest and what it must have been like in Africa, we lost our way. And incidentally, there's no help coming.

At some point we, as a people have to realize that we are on our own. We are responsible not only for our own behavior, and our own well being, but how we define ourselves and the spirit that dwells within. We have to be prepared for what's ahead, because the worlds stage is being remodeled before our very eyes and we will be needing totally different costumes and scripts when the casting starts for the new mega blockbuster that's in production and will be coming to a theatre near you and if you don't have your back stage pass, you'll be left outside in the alley to fend for yourself with the rest of the people on the Northeast corner of Just Getting By.

It's Really Simple

Why are you Negroes so cruel to each other? The Fool wants to know. Is the Big Giant Head gene so prevalent, that...

you let it override all common sense? By all the known information and history about black people, we should be the tightest race on the face of the planet. Even tighter than Jews.

I mean, you men punk your women and then turn around and act like pit bulls with each other. All that's missing is sniffing each other asses when you come into contact with each other.

What has another black man done to you that is so bad that it would make you want to kill him? He stole your dope? He cock blocked you? He owed you money? He tried to steal your woman? What? He bumped into you at the club? He was wearing the wrong color shirt? His car was better than yours? What was it? Some minor shit that that's not even a blip in the Universal Consciences. In other words, BULLSHIT!.

Nobody is asking you to make nice with other black men, but there is such a thing as respect. And in case you don't know, respect is defined as:

Both a positive feeling of esteem for a person or other entity (such as a nation or a religion), and also specific actions and conduct representative of that esteem. Respect can be a specific feeling of regard for the actual qualities of the one respected (e.g., "I have great respect for her judgment"). It can also be conduct in accord with a specific ethic of respect. Rude conduct is usually considered to indicate a lack of respect.

As you can see, respect is rooted in Esteem. Esteem is rooted in Self Worth. In other words: What Do You THINK of YOURSELF? That's the sixty four dollar question. Because if you don't think you ain't worth shit, you will act accordingly. You will be hell on wheels to yourself, those around you and those who you supposedly care about. Which means, you'll make their lives miserable.... because, well, YOU are miserable. Does that make sense?

Black men. You need a new paradigm. You need a warriors mentality. You need to know that, because of slavery, you have been infected with the Big Giant Head gene. It's the first step in realizing your problem.

Black people are always asking: What is the solution? Where do we start? We start with ourselves. We start with respecting each other. We start with respecting our women, our children and our elderly. We start with the end of killing each other. It can't get any simpler than that.

If you don't know by now, the fact is, you came from Africa, but you are not African, as any native of Africa will be happy to tell you. What we have in Amerikka is a race of people who calls themselves black (Negroes) as defined by the Big Giant Heads, who created you through the rape of your women and the slavery of your men and ascribe certain negative qualities to you...who are hell bent on acting out these qualities in your daily lives.

Yeppers. That's what the Fool said. You were created. In the white mans image. Whom himself (he thinks) was created in the image of an insane God. The five hundred pound gorilla in the room is: You ain't white. You have the same psychological make up. You have the same concepts as white people. But you ain't white. And therein lies the problem.

Imagine. Scientists have cloned the first human/monkey hybrid. Now, this "humon" has developed the ability to speak and express itself . It knows the difference between right and wrong. Prefers to wear clothes, uses the toilet and has basic social skills. And has taken a unusual shining to beer. What do you do with it? Do you try and integrate it into society? That's a can of worms you don't want to open. The answer is simple. You do what Victor Frankenstein did. You cast it off to fend for itself.

Does this ring any bells? It should and I know this is a cold blooded way of looking at the situation. But, we as black people have to start from ground zero. To survive, we have to come together. To survive, we have to come up with a new matrix of living. We can't continue down this road. We just can't.

We have to acknowledge, but not forget our history and move on. We have to start respecting one another. We have to start helping one another. We have to be a community of Black People.

The Fool believes that if you're, black, light or almost white, you are still a Black Person and should be accorded the respect that you deserve, because your ancestors gave so much, that you could survive and prosper. Why can't you try and live up to that legacy? The Fool wants to know.