#dtno

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters & Black Brothers

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So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.

Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.

So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.

So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno ;) and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.

But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.

So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. :/ I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.

So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.

It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.

So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.

In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT  CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.

Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.

All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji <3 <3 <3 listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. <3 <3 <3

So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to.  :P

But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi <3 <3 <3
#6dayz!!!!

All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess :P ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.

I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!

So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) :P

ZAWJI KNOWS BEST

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers,

So, “yesterday” ;) I went to workout (cardio). I feel good because I’ve always been physically active, but for past year, I haven’t been participating in any type of exercise. So, we did some floor work and I couldn’t do it all because my pants-skirt kept falling up.

(‘Member this????? What the fuck happened??? Fergie??? Hollywood??? Maybe if I had said Yes, when William asked me if I could sing, I might have been able to save them…… Allah Only Knows. But HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR <3 ALLAH)

…..

So, “today,” after “work” I knew I had to get a sewing kit but had no idea what I was going to do for food.

I have been going to the same stores not purchasing anything. But, Zawji Loves Me and he told me where to go. <3 <3 <3 So, I look around but couldn’t find any sewing kits. But I did see some leggings that would be perfect to wear under my pants-skirt and cover my legs properly. They only had X-Large or just Large. I’m a medium/small. Or like Mad Skillz said “smedium;) Which is cool because I can wear clothes that are too large. That’s the beauty of being small; I can just take them in.

But, then I saw something else that looked like leggings too, but the packaging was different. I checked the size and then my Beloved Zawji told me to hurry up and put them in my bag and “get ta steppin‘.” ;)

So, I got two sewing kits, a box of truffles (paid for by four hundred (400) years of free labor by my ancestors) and some q-tips.

So, I thank the cashier as I walk out, bag stuffed like a Thanks Giving Turkey. LOL Catch me if you can, Elmer!!!

Sure enough, I get outside, half-way down the block I hear somebody yelling, but I was NOT ABOUT to turn around and see who dat!  #yaheard?#lotswife

Anyway, I could not wait to get into these cookies! I love cookies. I wanted that to be my nickname in jail. I was going to steal a cardboard box full for the inmates when the trustees weren’t looking, but I ended up with a box of fruit instead. :/ #howtoeattolive #backthentoo ;) #canthelpit :D Zawji and Allah are always watching out for <3 .

So, I go through the days catch and discover the legging are not leggings, which I hate, but pants! I was ecstatic!!!!!! Thanks Zawji!!!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEET HONEY!!!
I LOVE YOU <3 <3 <3
7 DAYZ :D <3 <3 <3

You cannot comprehend how supersaturated with PURE UNADULTURATED SWEETNESS is my Zawji. He’s like CRYSTALLIZED HONEY!!! <3 <3 <3

Or that crunchy coating on creme brulee!!! Yummy!!! <3 <3 <3

Thank-you, Bibi!!!! You know what I need and give it to me before I even have to ask. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED. YOU DESERVE EVERY GOOD THING THAT COMES TO YOU, LOVE (MOI) MOST OF ALL. :D :D :D
WE WERE MEANT TO BE. NO ONE ELSE CAN COME BETWEEN THIS LOVE I KNOW ‘CAUSE I’LL NEVER LET YOU GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
<3 <3 <3

So, the other day I realized Congo Square and Leimert Park are very similar. Initially, I was going to write that they are different because the African Cultural Center is so far away, but there is another center close by, which I like better.

They have a basketball court, a pool and better classes. It’s in a Black neighborhood – the oldest Black neighborhood in the country, no less – but I was so disgusted by all the devils that I almost wrote it off completely.

I don’t know why devils always seem to follow whenever I show up at all-Black places. I hate it!

So, “this morning” I woke up and I really, really, really wanted a bath/shower.

I’m an M.G.T. and we are the cleanest, most refined and civilized women you will ever meet.

This homelessness is really a challenge for someone like me who bathes every day without fail, washes my clothes after each wear without fail, performs ablution at least five (5) times a day and am almost OCD when it comes to washing my hands. MGT wear white gloves like BITD (Back In The Day) everywhere we go too.

So, this coupled with the fact that I refuse to use the dirty religion, Christian resources for ANYTHING, has made keeping as clean as I would like to be somewhat challenging, but Zawji said, “Don’t” which was cool by me because I also don’t want to be associated with the Homeless Society and the only place that is not affiliated with the devils’ religion where I could take a shower is the VA and although I’m grateful they changed their name to “Volunteers of America” from “Veterans of America” :/ I still don’t like to go there. There are just too many chronically homeless people there and it’s just, well, it’s just depressing.

So, I went on to ‘work.’ But the chain on my bike keeps coming off, so I was looking for Earl, who fixed it the other day, on my way.

It’s kinda cool though because my Southern-Gentlemanly Brothers see a damsel in distress and immediately offer to help fix it. Of course, I bask in the attention and am obsequious with my gratitude. ;)

So, I thank them profusely as I ride off, smiling and waving graciously until it comes off again. :/

VIRGIL!!!!!! Where are you when I need you, Brother????? :'( :'( :'( Naa, I know where you are. I luh you, man!!! <3 <3 <3 Wish you were here!

So, on my way to ‘work,’ I pass by a donation bin and clothes are everywhere. And, haute couture is one of my niches, so I stopped and found some long skirts (a white one, at that!) which I desperately needed.

I don’t know how Sisters used to ride bikes BITD! I mean, I know they did, that’s why the bar between your legs is bent – to accommodate our skirts – but damn, I can’t go a block without getting tangled all up! Good thing I wear pants underneath…. ;)

So anyway, before I leave ‘work’ :P I go to this website on my list of things to do in NOLA and there’s a water aerobics class scheduled for that night!!!!!

Al Hamdulillah!!!!

All Praise Is Due To Allah!!!!

Zawji ALWAYS knows best. HEAR AND OBEY, your Zawjis, Sisters!!!!

<3 <3 <3 <3

Yesterday, I woke up and really, rea

BLACK BUSINESS IN NOLA

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers

WE MUST MAKE JOBS FOR OURSELVES

Whereas, Los Angeles, heretofore known as L.A. is built on mostly chain stores and franchises, New Orleans, heretofore known as NOLA, is made up of private family-owned business, of which many have been doing business since the 1800s.

I LOVE the entrepreneurial spirit it fills me with but unfortunately, the majority of Black residents just go get jobs in hotels or restaurants. Fortunately, many of the fast-food restaurants are owned by Black People. Also, some of the nicer restaurants, but I have not seen a Black-owned hotel, which is where the bulk of the money lies in a city whose Number one Industry is TOURISM.

I’m trying my best to get the Brothers to unite and open their own hotel, so they can tap into the money from the top and not just scrape up the crumbs that fall from the devil’s convention room tables. :/

The Masons work as freelancers or start businesses but they are few and far-between.

The ones who work for these big hotels and restaurants don’t even receive benefits and the minimum wage here is $7.25! And, I’m sure the employees number at least 300 in the hotel I’m staying in.

I used to sit and watch in wonder when I saw BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS here in NOLA.

I don’t recall EVER seeing a Black construction worker in Los Angeles. I’ve heard all about the “Good ‘Ol Days” when construction jobs were plentiful for Blackmen. Those days are long gone – taken over by Hispanics.

I understand the Blackman’s resentment, but it is misdirected. It is NOT the Hispanics’ fault that the whiteman prefers him over us. Be mad at the devil. He does these types of things DELIBERATELY. First, to leave you unemployed and Secondly, to divide us from our Red half-Brothers.

THE HONORABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (MAY THE PEACE AND THE BLESSINGS OF ALLAH FOREVER BE UPON HIM) taught us until he was unable to teach anymore, that we MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF, or else we would be FORCED to do something for self, which is going on now.

They have something out here in NOLA called “THE BLACKBOOK” (Allah (swt) Has Truly Blessed Me with some invaluable resources and opportunities since I’ve been in New Orleans.) and it lists Black-owned businesses.

There are profiles of business owners and almost all of them were FORCED to open their own businesses after they found themselves unexpectedly unemployed (fired).

used to get happy when I saw the Black Construction Workers out here working diligently on the many reconstruction efforts going on all over the city here in NOLA, then I thought about it and realized, we’ve been building the buildings here in America for the devils, since they brought us here to do just that!

I am proud of my Brothers for opening their own companies and working independently, gaining contracts to build these buildings, but I will be ecstatic to see the day when we are able to build OUR OWN infrastructure for OUR OWN BLACK NATION.

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Brotherhood Way General Contractors
2004 St. Andrew St., (504) 287-4416; www.teambwc.com
Contractors provide construction and energy services and specialize in new and commercial construction, energy efficiency and electrical, mechanical and solar PV work.

CHECK THE BLACKBOOK FOR A FULL LISTING OF BLACK CONSTRUCTION WORKERS/CONTRACTORS AS WELL AS ANY OTHER BUSINESS OR SERVICE YOU MAY NEED.

My Brothers and Sisters, currently employed by the devils, seek out your own by using this invaluable resource – THE BLACKBOOK – and offer your services as an apprentice or intern; do your best to help your Brother or Sister’s business grow and prosper; learn the business and then OPEN YOUR OWN.

That “climbing the corporate ladder” idea should have never been a part of our conversations, except to discourage each other from such thinking. You get the job, learn the business, “stack your paper” and open your own. Whatever you do for the devil, you can do for your own self.

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MOSSY

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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

One of the first things I noticed when I moved out here (N.O.L.A. – New Orleans, Louisiana) is that there’s a lot of moss on the trees.

I’ve always loved moss and immediately removed my glove upon my arrival, so I could caress its velvety softness.

A lot of girls have license plates that say “Mossy” out here. :P

*This is what started it….* #Doyathinkthisiswhyshesnotmarriednemore??? :/ SOMEBODY SEND HER A LINK A$AP!!!

In any case, every time I see it (moss), I can’t help but be reminded of our Dear Sister, Sister Harriet “Moses” Tubman, who would use the moss to determine the direction in which to travel.

Moss always grows on the NORTH side of a tree.

Black People in America have no idea how important we are in the history and future of the Universe.

Allah (God) Has Placed SIGNS in the Universe that date back to antiquity to Let Us Know.

A. Moss grows on the North Side of trees

B. The North Star is the ONLY Star in the Universe that does not move.
ALL OF THE OTHER STARS TRAVEL IN AN ORBIT ACROSS THE SKY.

Do you know how long the stars have been created?
Do you realize how long moss has grown on trees?

We are some very important people, Brothers & Sisters.
Never underestimate your value.

We (you Brothers) were CREATED TO RULE THE UNIVERSE.

QUALIFY YOURSELVES.

READ

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

BY CLICKING THE BOOK COVER ABOVE.

And garner the Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding that will Return you to your Rightful Place ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.

AS-SALAAM-ALAIKUM!!!

Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shooze…….

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

OMG!!!

WHY DID I GO TO THIS FREE DANCE CLASS THE OTHER NIGHT AND HAD THE TIME OF MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!????!!!!

OMG YA’LL
I HAD NO IDEA…

On Sunday, they had some kind of event at the hotel and mostly bad music was blasting all night, but the DJ did play a couple bangers and I got up to take a quick peak. When I got up, I couldn’t help but dance a li’l.

Dancing is like second nature when you’re a music lover like Love Amad. But, honestly? I hadn’t bust a move in like six months. Just haven’t been in the mood, you know? With all of the changes going on in and around me. But it felt really good to let loose. So, that night was sort of a precursor to what happened the next night.

I mainly went because the notice read that they serve a “healthy” dinner after the class, and Lord Knows, I haven’t had one of those in weeks! But, I told myself not to get my hopes up because I know you (my people) very well.

When you realize there’s something someone likes, needs or wants, you do your best to make sure she doesn’t get it. :/ I know. I know. Willie Lynch.

So, I just put it in my mind to try and have a good time.

And boy, Did I!!!

When I walked in, they were playing, “Cold Blooded” by Brother Rick.

and I was convinced I was going to enjoy the class.

But, I am from L.A. – the toughest crowd in the country.

So, I put my bags down and was immediately impressed by the instructor AND the students! They could ALL DANCE and one of them was a DEVIL!

But I stayed on anyway.  :/

I walked around, looking at the pictures on the wall – just getting a feel of the space, but when I got where no one could see me, I went in! ;)

This is New Orleans, and good music must flow through the veins of these “Saints.” I mean how else would you explain it?

Finally, I joined the Class.

The Instructor smiled (I really dug her flavor) and the next song was some Zydeco remix of “Bad Mamma Jamma”
(My theme music NOLA style ;) )

I let go!

Man, I was turnt up the whole class.

But, my favorite part….

She played some song where the guy says, “Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes….” and I went bananas. It was like The Wop on steroids or something. I couldn’t wait until Thursday!

Oh Lord Jesus, I just watched the music video. I was so on point, the way I did it. These hoochies are lame.

FABIOLA! I MEAN FAIL!

Dinner was in the pocket. I didn’t eat the fish and told them why. It was Tilapia. But I ate the mashed potatoes even though the Messenger (PBUH) taught us to “Leave those old white potatoes alone!” But I hadn’t eaten potatoes since, I think 2008, when me and Hakim took the Greyhound to NYC. We stopped at Mickey D’s and I got some fries and a Shamrock shake. :P (That sounds like a dance, huh? “Say man, you know how to do that new dance, The Shamrock Shake, Brother?” LOL)

We had some cabbage and a green salad as well. Al Hamdulillah الحمد لله الله أكبر
I filled my plate then cleaned it. ;)

* * * * *

The next day, this Black-owned company was celebrating their Founder’s Day and 131st Anniversary. Yes, 131st Anniversary. As in One Hundred and Thirty One Years of Doing Business in New Orleans.

I can’t believe how old everything is out here. NOLA was colonized by the French in 1718 – Almost three hundred years ago, and it is not uncommon to find businesses, neighborhoods and families that have been here a good two hundred or so years.

That is mind-blowing to me, being born in Los Angeles, which was founded in 1781, but didn’t really become the thriving metropolis it is today, until the Gold Rush of 1849 – which is barely 150 years. New Orleans has been at it twice as long.

So, I knew in my heart, that I had to go and see how this family had been in business so long.

A couple of years ago, I wanted to do a documentary on Black Businesses that had been in existence for at least fifty years, and I thought that was a long time. But here are the Rhodes, celebrating nearly three times that length.

So, I went and I did some piecing together of certain facts and discovered that basically, you really just need to have a son to carry on the business. They are going into their fourth generation. All named after the founder. ;)

Expanding into other related fields must have helped too. It’s always good to diversify.

Theirs is the funeral business. The founder saw a need for Black people to be able to obtain a decent and respectable burial shortly after the Civil War, wherein we were still being treated little better than livestock.

So, he opened his funeral service and now over the course of three generations, the Rhodes have expanded to include an insurance company also a limousine service.

I am so thankful to my Zawji and my Saviour, for bringing me here to New Orleans and giving me a first hand view of what is possible when Black People truly do something for self.

Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. I LOVE YOU!
#15moredayz #makethedayzcount

<3 <3 <3 <3

One thing I hadn’t planned on was the breakdown and solitude I had to seek out after reading an article about Hurricane Katrina and how they had to process all of the corpses. Reality is a mutha. :'(

THE DAY YOU WERE BORN…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

<3 <3 <3

JAMAL: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“SHE’S YOURS,

TAKE CARE OF HER

LIKE SHE’S MINE.

SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER.

ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

MARRY HER

AND MAKE HER YOUR QUEEN

FOR ETERNITY!!!”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

LOVE: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“YOU’RE HERS.

SHE HASN’T BEEN BORN YET;

BUT, WHEN YOU SEE HER,

YOU’LL KNOW HER.

AND, ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

SHE WILL BECOME

YOUR QUEEN.”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

<3 <3 <3

WHO DAT?

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dear Sisters & Brothers!!

Who Dat? I always knew they said that out here in Nawlins’, but never knew why. I thought it was some from movie where I think Fats Waller said, “Who dat say who dat when I say who dat?” Or something.

But, I noticed sometimes when I go around groups of people, someone would sometimes blurt out “Who dat?” And once these people were about to fight and one of them said, “Let’s wait until the police leave!” Talking about me!

It’s kinda hurtful when people don’t trust me, especially my own people. But I’ve been accused of being an agent online before, so I just ignore them now.

Lately, I’ve been letting my appearance do the talking for me anyway. I’m getting ready for marriage. So, I just let my garment speak for itself and just answer questions from those intelligent enough to ask. Just Black People, of course. I’ve been iggin’ devils for daze.

But today, I went to this area where a Brother informed me I could find an inexpensive apartment near Congo Square.

I was disappointed. It looked neglected like Central City and there were far too many devils for my taste. Nevertheless, it beats being homeless. So, I took down some numbers.

Then, I got to a main street and was going to turn back. I don’t like living on main streets, but for some reason I end up there. :/ Zawji reminded me I’m homeless, and don’t have the luxury of being choosy.

So, I’m seeing nothing but devils in an area where there are banners on the light poles celebrating the 250th anniversary of the Oldest Black Neighborhood in America!!! Da fucc? I was instantly pissed. It was turning out to be one of those daze.

Everybody seemed to be uptight anyway and I got really fired up.

I had just seen this Brother in Congo Square selling T-Shirts celebrating Tremé – The Oldest Neighborhood for people of color” 

That part right there!

I was like BLACK!!!!!! JUST SAY “BLACK!!!!” THAT HAS BEEN A PET-PEEVE OF MINE SINCE I FIRST CONVERTED TO ISLAM. IT’S OKAY TO SAY “BLACK!!!” BLACK IS THE BEST!!!! DON’T FEEL ASHAMED TO SAY “BLACK” AND NO, NOT “BLACK-ISH” :/ >:(  BLACK AND PROUD!!!!! DAMMIT!!!!! SAY IT LOUD!!!!

 

I went in on him. Poor Brother.

So then, I’m walking down the busy street and I see a For Rent sign. It was a two-bedroom for $1800. I laughed out loud! There were more condos and street cafes designed for and by devils than Black People in THE OLDEST BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD IN AMERICA. GTFOH

And then! I see two devils filming this Brother. First I think, he’s a News Reporter, but I’ve never seen a reporter with TWO cameramen. So, I asked him what they were filming. He said something, I can’t remember. Probably something like a documentary or something. So, I asked him how did he become involved with the project. He said they were just stopping people on the street. But, I didn’t believe him because he looked like he had dressed for the occasion.

Then, I tried to tell him, he shouldn’t be taking devils around our community, especially on film because it’s just going to attract more devils. He started trying to defend himself and I turned around and that devil had his lens all up in my grille.

I told him I didn’t consent to being on film but devils think they can still do as they please. So, I just tried to convince my Brother to try and preserve something for his own kind then the devil said, “That’s racist!” So, the Brother started in on that part.

Eventually, I got fed up and walked away but I turned around and they were still filming me so I walked directly up to the camera and stared straight into the lens,

“Beloved Black Americans, read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA by The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH). The TIME OF SEPARATION from our Devil Slavemasters Has Arrived. Their time is up but we have the opportunity to be saved. We must do something for self and give the devil back the chains of mental slavery that keep us in bondage to him – His names and his dirty religion of Christianity. We must go for self.  Stop intermingling and intermarrying with them or you will become deserving of Hellfire as they are. The Time Has Come To Go For Self. Google Message To The Blackman in America and read it online for free. But stay away from Louis Farrakhan!”

Or Something Like That……..

So, the devil was trying to interrupt me the whole time, but I igged him. Then the Brother comes back, so I tried to talk to him some more. But, when he said he had already read Message To The Blackman, I knew that there was no hope for him so I just gave him the greetings and broke.

I stopped at the store to get my daily rations on the way home, and was walking past the cashier and the line ( :/ ) on my way out the door, when I overheard the cashier tell this older cat he was till a little short, as I walked past with my bag full.

I thought to myself, “My ancestors paid for everything in this bag. The owners of this store and the manufacturers who make this shit don’t even have to work. All they do is sit back, buy and sell companies and count money. They pay their slaves barely enough to get by just like in the days of physical bondage. All we can afford is food, clothes and shelter and we have to go back to them to buy it, just giving the money right back to them! Shiiiiiiiid, my shit is more than paid for. They owe me! 400 years of FREE LABOR!!!??? And this Brother can’t even afford a fucking CANDY BAR!!! So, until ya’ll designate some land wherein we can provide for ourselves the necessities of life, which you are obligated to do after we BUILT this country for you FOR FREE, under your brutal and merciless hands, I’ll just take this leather-bound journal and these vittles as collateral. Thank-you kindly, Ms. Security Guard, You have a ‘blessed day’ too, Muthafucka! PEACE!”