ALLENSWORTH, CALIFORNIA

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers ;)

A few years ago my son and I were lucky enough to be a part of an expedition that traveled from Los Angeles to the remains of the historic all-Black California city of ALLENSWORTH.

You may be familiar with the John Singleton movie about the all-Black township, “Rosewood,” or about the all-Black town, Greenwood, Oklahoma aka “Black Wall Street”. Well, there were several ALL-BLACK towns, at one time, all across America! The first one to be incorporated that was also immortalized in Zora Neale Hurston’s novel which was made into an HBO movie, starring none other than Miss Halle Berry – Their Eyes Were Watching God – was the town of Eatonville, Florida. It is also the only one I know of that is still in existence today.

All the others met the same fate – destroyed overtly or covertly by the American devil slavemasters and their children, who cannot stand to see their once-slaves living independently.

The founder of  Allensworth, Allen Allensworth was killed in a suspicious motorcycle accident while out soliciting more residents for his burgeoning metropolis, which was followed by construction of a railway through the town which brought about its ultimate demise.

For more information on Allensworth,, click here.

DAVID WALKER’S APPEAL

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters! (and Brothers ;) )

I am so happy that I have been blessed with the ability to study Black History at the college level. I learned the shameful history of the American white people toward their Black slaves to an extent that is and will never be taught in primary nor secondary school. Al Hamdulillah!

I also learned of Black resistance to slavery which is only taught among a certain section of Black intelligentsia outside of college, but the majority of so-called American Negroes are not privy to such a wealth of information.

Most may have not even heard of Nat Turner whose armed rebellion caused terror in the hearts of the devils to such an extent that they enacted several laws prohibiting the mere congregation of two or more Black people across the country.

As a journalist, I am a firm believer that “The pen is mightier than the sword.” And, am convinced of the truth that if you control a man’s mind, you can convince him to kill whomever you want him to kill. Swords don’t kill by themselves. :/

Therefore, I’m sure you can imagine my enthusiasm and excitement when I learned about Brother David Walker.

All Praise is due to Allah for the Internet! When I was in college, the Internet was still fairly new, so I was not able to read Brother David’s Appeal at that time. However, I just looked it up and found the entire document and he had me at the title page.

Please, in the wake of Ferguson and Baltimore, read this document that was written nearly one hundred years ago. We still have not learned that we must stand up like decent and intelligent men and women and defend ourselves from the brutal hand of our enemy, in order to be respected in the eyes of our children and the world.

The slavemaster will not teach you of Brother David Walker, who propagated armed resistance against slavery in a time when most Blacks were advocating litigation to bring about an end to the institution.

We see today, that litigation does not work. We are still slaves to America. Their Emancipation Proclamation only removed the shackles, but did not free us IN DEED. We are still slaves to America and will remain her slaves until we have what she has – our own land which will give us the means to produce for ourselves the necessities of life.

Now remember, Allah Has Power over the weapons. He Created the steel out of which the weapons are made. His Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that we should not carry weapons because we are more likely to use them against our own Brothers and Sisters. And, it reads in the Holy Qur’an that we should Never Be the Aggressor but to Defend Ourselves if Attacked. We Must Seek JUSTICE For Ourselves, Brothers and Sisters, against the heartless devil slavemaster’s children or We Might As Well Go Out and Commit Suicide.

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HOW TO HARVEST YOUR OWN WHEAT

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers ;)

Growing up, I used to always get hurt and annoyed by those little brown things that would get stuck in my socks and stick me on my ankles. Well, I recently found out that those annoying little buggers are wheat granules! Wheat grows wild like crazy out here in L.A.

Growing our own food, canning and other means of becoming self-sufficient are areas in which we should be masters, so I checked out a book from the library a while back and it illustrated the means of harvesting wheat and it is very simple.

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that whole wheat makes the best bread. So, I thought I would share this tut from YT with my Beloved Asiatic Family. You can use a coffee grinder to grind the wheat into flour. Enjoy! And, leave a comment and let me know how you went about the process and how well it turned out for you! :D

As-Salaam-Alaikum!

PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR

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We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
       We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
       We wear the mask!
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters (& Brothers ;) )
If you have been following my blog, you know that I am very fond of The Harlem Renaissance and as a Black homemaker and homeschooler, we must educate our children on their own history. So, I am going to share with you my studies into The Harlem Renaissance and its “players.”
Being from L.A. and an avid jazz lover, I am particularly proud of the Dunbar Hotel on Central Avenue. So much so, that when I found out about a musical concerning the famous historic site, I went to any means so that I could be a part of the audience.
The musical featured a “Dunbar” character and it really piqued my interest in the man.
I Googled him and learned that he died before the said Harlem Renaissance even began, but he undoubtedly, like the owners of his namesake hotel, influenced many of its writers.

Biography of Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar poetDunbar was born in Dayton, Ohio to parents who had escaped from slavery; his father was a veteran of the American Civil War, having served in the 55th Massachusetts Infantry Regiment and the 5th Massachusetts Colored Cavalry Regiment. His parents instilled in him a love of learning and history. He was a student at an all-white high school, Dayton Central High School, and he participated actively as a student. During high school, he was both the editor of the school newspaper and class president, as well as the president of the school literary society. Dunbar had also started the first African-American newsletter in Dayton.He wrote his first poem at age 6 and gave his first public recital at age 9. Dunbar’s first published work came in a newspaper put out by his high school friends Wilbur and Orville Wright, who owned a printing plant. The Wright Brothers later invested in the Dayton Tattler, a newspaper aimed at the black community, edited and published by Dunbar.

His first collection of poetry, Oak and Ivy, was published in 1892 and attracted the attention of James Whitcomb Riley, the popular “Hoosier Poet”. Both Riley and Dunbar wrote poems in both standard English and dialect. His second book, Majors and Minors (1895) brought him national fame and the patronage of William Dean Howells, the novelist and critic and editor of Harper’s Weekly. After Howells’ praise, his first two books were combined as Lyrics of Lowly Life and Dunbar started on a career of international literary fame. He moved to Washington, D.C., in the LeDroit Park neighborhood. While in Washington, he attended Howard University.

His wife Alice Dunbar Nelson was a famous poet as well. A graduate of Dillard University in New Orleans, her most famous works include a short story entitled “Violets”. She and her husband also wrote books of poetry as companion pieces. An account of their love, life and marriage was depicted in a play by Kathleen McGhee-Anderson titled Oak and Ivy.

He kept a lifelong friendship with the Wrights, and was also associated with Frederick Douglass and Booker T. Washington. Brand Whitlock was also described as a close friend. He was honored with a ceremonial sword by President Theodore Roosevelt.

He wrote a dozen books of poetry, four books of short stories, five novels, and a play. He also wrote lyrics for In Dahomey – the first musical written and performed entirely by African-Americans to appear on Broadway in 1903; the musical comedy played successfully toured England and America over a period of four years – one of the more successful theatrical productions of its time. His essays and poems were published widely in the leading journals of the day. His work appeared in Harper’s Weekly, the Saturday Evening Post, the Denver Post, Current Literature and a number of other publications. During his life, considerable emphasis was laid on the fact that Dunbar was of pure black descent, with no white ancestors ever.

Dunbar’s work is known for its colorful language and use of dialect, and a conversational tone, with a brilliant rhetorical structure.

Dunbar traveled to England in 1897 to recite his works on the London literary circuit. He met the brilliant young black composer Samuel Coleridge-Taylor who some of his poems to music and who was influenced by Dunbar to use African and American Negro songs and tunes in future compositions.

After his return, Dunbar took a job at the Library of Congress in Washington. In 1900, Dunbar was diagnosed with tuberculosis, and moved to Colorado with his wife on the advice of his doctors. Dunbar died at age thirty-three on February 9, 1906 from tuberculosis, and was interred in the Woodland Cemetery, Dayton, Ohio.

THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE

 

 

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“HARLEM”

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family!!!

I just found out recently that this poem was written by THE Langston Hughes!!!

Never did my High School English Lit teacher (an old white devil) inform his classes of the importance of the personality who was Langston Hughes nor of the magnitude of the context in which this powerful poem was written – The Harlem Renaissance.

I didn’t even realize that this poem, which I have never been able to forget and which also was the inspiration for Lorraine Hansbury’s stage-play “A Raisin in the Sun,” was even written by a Blackman – and Langston Hughes at that! I didn’t even know the poem was called “Harlem.”

But I digress, years later, in college, when I learned about the Harlem Renaissance, my professor lectured on the question that still plagues Black artists today, but which probably originated during the Renaissance, which was at that time referred to as THE “NEW NEGRO” MOVEMENT:

Should Black artists create ART FOR ART’S SAKE or for POLITICAL AWARENESS in the attempt to educate the masses and MAKE A STATEMENT through the medium of art/music/literature?

Of course, you can probably guess my stance on this topic, but I think Langston put it best in his article “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain” (1926)

“One of the most promising of the young Negro poets said to me once, ‘I want to be a poet–not a Negro poet,’ meaning, I believe, ‘I want to write like a white poet”; meaning subconsciously, ‘I would like to be a white poet'; meaning behind that, ‘I would like to be white.'”

The question, rather, the approach a Black artist takes towards his medium depends on his approach toward life in general, I believe.

If he feels politically driven, it will manifest itself through his art. If not, it won’t.

Your views?

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A BROKEN ROSE….

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The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Has Sharp Thorns Now….

Tho’ No Longer A Baby

She Still Smells As Sweet

A Rose-Bud Has Blossomed

Into A Lovely Bouquet

Around Which Her CARETAKER,

ALLAH IN THE DIVINE PERSON

OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD,

TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER,

HAS BUILT A STURDY FENCE….

– ONLY ONE HAS THE COURAGE AND THE INCLINATION

TO TACKLE THE WALL AROUND HER.

LIKE SLEEPING BEAUTY’S PRINCE,

HE STORMS IT WITH DETERMINATION –

ALL-THE-WHILE, NEW PETALS CONTINUE TO FORM

BRIMMING WITH CONFIDENCE THAT ONLY COMES

WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF SELF.

HER AROMA AND INTELLECT COMBINE TO BEGUILE HIM

BOTH GROWING STRONGER AS THEY AGE…

SO APPEALING….

THE HUMMING BIRDS & THE BEES DRINK HUNGRILY

FROM HER CONVERSATION.

SHE VALUES THEIR ADMIRATION.

WITH MORNING COMES

FRESH DEW, SUNSHINE AND ANTICIPATION.

TODAY MY PRINCE WILL COME….

WITH HIS LIQUID SWORD,

HIS SHIELD

& SUIT OF ARMOUR

EVER-READY

TO PLUCK AND PROTECT ME!”

SO, SHE SPREADS HER LEAVES TO RECEIVE AND

WELCOME HIM TO HER CONCRETE JUNGLE.

– NEITHER UNAFRAID NOR INHIBITED BY HER THORNS

HE FERTILIZES THE CRACKS IN THE CEMENT

AROUND HER WITH THE HOPE THAT

SOMEDAY WILL ARRIVE AGAIN SOON,

BRINGING WITH IT NEW BEAUTY AND LIFE

TO THE DARK AND DESOLATE

METROPOLIS

WHERE ROSES SOMEHOW MANAGE

TO STILL FIND A WAY

TO GROW UP THROUGH CONCRETE….

BLACK HISTORY 365

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters (and Brothers)!

If you are a product of the educational system of America, briefly, this system teaches us that Martin Luther King, Jr. was the greatest Blackman who ever lived and we should know who was the “First African-American” this or that, and that our history began with slavery. None of this is True.

If you were privileged enough to attend college and took some Black History courses, you may have learned about Ancient African civilizations. And, if you are truly interested in your own history, you may have taken the initiative to do some self-study and learned more than what is taught in school.

Once you have a full and complete knowledge of the History of the Black Nation (which can only be taught by our Creator) you will come to know that the whole idea of a Black History month is insulting. It is an affront, insinuating that we are so insignificant that our history only warrants one month of study and celebration. When everyone in the whole world came from us.

The true History of the Black Nation can only be taught by The Creator of the Black Nation – Allah in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are due forever.

The Black nation are the only people that came with the creation. Everybody else was MADE from us. We are the only people who were CREATED by the God of the Creation.

He is the ONLY man was there. No one can Give us a thorough history but the Man who was there. Black History begins BEFORE the Creation of the Universe.

You can read all about it in the book written by His Messenger to us, The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) and you can do that any day of the year.

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Or you can listen to an audio recording of Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) teaching us of our history.

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters (and Brothers)

I was looking up the 1936 Olympics for information on Brother Jesse Owens and was floored when I found only two lines.

Any student of history knows that Jesse WAS the 1936 Olympics. This was right before Hitler started World War II. He had been proclaiming the superiority of the devil Caucasian race and then here comes Jesse, who proved him wrong in front of the whole world.

And Wikipedia barely even mentioned him.

I stopped using Wikipedia ever since I looked up Brother Jesse Belvin. They lied about the details surrounding his murder, so I knew not to refer to them for the TRUTH.

Use Black websites to research Black History.