بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
(NO JUSTICE FOR THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA)
(SHOULD’VE SHOT THE DEPUTY TOO!)
As-Salaamu-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers,
So, I used to be an avid reader of local Black newspapers. I even freelanced for one earlier in my career.
However, since becoming a Muslimah, my views toward the media have soured tremendously.
Nowadays, I just pick them up and scan them for events coming up in the community – The Calendar and whatnot.
In any case, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, and my Habibi <3 have me back living in Compton.
I was born here and fully feel the impact and the significance of my return home. I feel like I’ve come full circle and I can’t help but wonder why Allah Has Me Here.
I believe it’s because there are very many Black people who have not heard of the Messenger (PBUH), so this is where They Have me.
It’s also very nostalgic for me being here. I’ve only briefly taken a ride around the city and I couldn’t help but notice the dire straits the people who reside in this city live under. It is very depressing.
However, on the bright side, there are a lot of animals who live here. There are horses, roosters, dogs, cats, rats, &c. Most of the horses I’ve seen in L.A. come from Compton.
My roommate was worried about me because I walk the street like I own it. NO FEAR. I don’t even know the meaning of the word. Yesterday, this Sister threatened to kill me. I said, “You can try…“
I don’t think Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever, Will Allow You to Succeed, Sister. HE WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME KILL MYSELF.
My teacher is The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). He Has Given Me a Thorough Knowledge of Self, God and the Devil. Once you have these, you have no fear, worry, nor grief. I don’t care where you live.
Allah (God) Has Power Over Everything. One day I had to leave with my bandana on my head. It’s my favorite color – RED. I went on down the street where I needed to go, but ALL of these cars kept turning around, slowing down to get a good look at me. No one wears red, or blue for that matter, bandanas. NO FEAR.
I WAS MAKING A STATEMENT. http://homemakingfortheblackwoman.com/2015/04/11/banging-red-vs-blue/
My son and I lived in Watts (which is right next door to Compton) from February 2008 to June 2009, in a Transitional Housing Facility (Shelter). It was not nearly as bad as I had expected and we were living eight families in one house and with ONE bathroom! Believe it or not – we never had to wait.
I guess everyone was just on the same frequency. It was a wonderful experience. I had always wanted to experience living in a communal type of living arrangement (think hippies) :/ ikr? But, I thoroughly enjoyed the shared chores and the closeness of living with my Sisters and their children.
Of course, they were all Christians, but I just stayed to myself, kept out of the drama and tried to be the BEST example of a Muslim follower of The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) as I possibly could. It all worked out well and I’m grateful I had that experience.
Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that “God Blesses The Child That’s Got His/Her Own.” So, even though I appreciate the experience, I wouldn’t want to do it again! ;)
When we lived out here, we frequented the same neighborhood businesses, the grocery store and the Library being two of them. The Sister at the grocery store had not even heard of my website and I realized that we’ve been gone for six years!
It feels like six months! :D
I went to the Library and saw the same librarian and this Brother who used to be there six years ago. I couldn’t believe he was still there. That was kind of depressing. Absolutely no progress.
Anyway, it seemed like the Library was YELLING AND SCREAMING AT ME, “IT’S BEEN FIFTY YEARS SINCE THE WATTS RIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Well, I NEVER Pay attention when people or signs are so overtly blatant. So, I just scanned the fliers but didn’t bother reading them. What I saw couldn’t compare with my knowledge of the events that took place fifty years ago.
That’s probably why they want me.
Sisters and Brothers, befriend your elders and benefit from their knowledge and wisdom. Some of them…… :/
When you can find an older Brother or Sister who has time and is willing to share with you their life experiences, LISTEN TO THEM.
I have a degree in Journalism and I can tell you there is nothing like a first-person account of historical events.
It’s one thing to read about something, but when you can talk to someone who actually lived it – it makes it so much more personal and they usually go into more detail.
There is this homeless Sister who “haunts” the area around my old home on Avalon and 75th Street. I used to feed her some of my delicious Bean Soup and Pies and she used to feed me her wisdom.
She had grown up in the area, living there since the fifties. So, she would tell me of things she had seen and ways and customs that have long been forgotten by most.
One day, we were talking and she started telling me about the events that led up to the 1965 Watts Riots.
Now, first let me say that my Grandmother told me that back then, in 1965, the area now known as South Central was considered Watts as well. It wasn’t just the area around the Watts Towers and whatnot. She told me her home on 49th and Broadway was considered a part of Watts back then. So, the breadth and scope of the riots was much larger than most people realize, considering today’s perception of the area that comprises Watts.
So, I picked up this newspaper and I could tell the editor had been reading my blog. Most media outlets feed off of each other, so I’m not mad. Just a little offended and annoyed that they didn’t include MY solution to the gang problem (see above) nor a note about HOW TO EAT TO LIVE for their new “food” column. :/
Anyway, the whole damn thing is about the Watts Riots fiftieth anniversary, so I feel it’s my civic duty to tell you what my friend told me.
The police had been fucking with us (Black People) left and right, as is typical for them.
The incident that sparked the “riots” was the third time someone had gotten killed by the devil po-pos in a matter of weeks. So everybody was already on edge.
Earlier that evening, my neighbor told me, she had seen the Brother driving down Avalon, just like everybody else had. He was honking his horn as he drove, waving at everybody, “I’m about to be a FATHER!!!!!!!!!”
Everybody waved back and congratulated him, thrilled and cheering him on for his good fortune.
Before he got to the hospital, members of L.A.’s finest, the Los Angeles Police Department, pulled him over for Reckless Driving and killed him.
THAT’S what started the 1965 Watts Riots!
NOW LET’S TALK ABOUT POLICE BRUTALITY…..
Do you think they cared that he was on his way to the hospital?
I’m sorry for you if you do! Because you are headed to be their next victim. They probably would’ve have liked to kill his baby too.
“Every time I plant a seed, he say, “Kill them before they grow!!!” – Bob Marley