بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved and Beautiful Asiatic Black Family of the Aboriginal Nation of the Planet Earth

Peace Be Upon You

What I am about to tell you is the hardest thing I’ve had to write about in a long while but In sha Allah, I will be able to do it without too much difficulty.

Last night, Saturday, it was about dusk, and I was riding my bicycle through the Treme’, the oldest Black neighborhood in the country. The devils have always used every means at their disposal to divide the Black community and one of the means is by building freeways or expressways through our communities.

There is an above ground freeway that cuts right through the heart of the Treme’ and now, where there was once thriving Black businesses, community gatherings and success, there is now homelessness, prostitution, and drunkenness.

I had reached this area when I heard some music. Naturally, I went to see where it was coming from because there are a lot of brass bands that play here and I love the music.

Brothers and Sisters, I would not have believed what I saw if I had not seen it with my own eyes.

In New Orleans, they have these Party Buses, which are old school buses, in which they have installed loud music systems, blacked out the windows and painted bright colors.

I had seen them many times on Canal near Bourbon Street and used to wonder how anybody with any decency could board one of those traveling vehicles of debauchery. I would not even allow myself to imagine what took place on those dark enclosed spaces.

I found out last night.

The music was coming from one of these buses that had parked under the expressway aforementioned.

Outside and on top of the bus where little black girls, aged from about nine months to twelve years old, twerking.

I had never seen anybody twerk before but I figured that must be what they were doing. Wait, yes I have, in jail. But I wouldn’t watch.

All I saw were Black men standing around and putting the little girls on top of the bus.

I stood, unable to move with disbelief.

They saw me in my garment and I knew I was supposed to go over there but I hoped they would stop when they saw me. They didn’t. The adult Blackman put one of the little Black babygirls on the hood of the bus so I could see her better.

I was in a state of shock and furious.

These were supposed to be their protectors and they had our beautiful babies out in the public acting like strippers!!! All I could think was where were their mothers?

But it gets worse.

I crossed the street towards them and saw some of the mothers sitting there on their cell phones and some of the girls had dollar bills pinned to their clothes and in their hands. They were counting money.

They were giving them money for dancing like strippers!

I asked one of the Brothers what he thought those little girls were going to be when they grew up.


He backed away from me.

Some of them stopped but others didn’t. They stood up on this little seat encircling one of the freeway’s foundations and started humping it.

I was livid but I just took off my glove and smiled and started shaking the little girls’ hands.

I told them to always remember that they were ladies.

The adults got mad and told me don’t talk to the children. I just held up my Message To The Blackman and told them they could read it online.

Then ANOTHER bus pulls up and more women and little girls spill out.

I put my lock on my bike and started talking to the new arrivals.

After awhile they realized I wasn’t going to leave so the Brothers from the first bus started re-boarding my beautiful little Black Sisters back on the bus. Soon the second bus did the same and they both left.

I sat there in the aftermath stunned and saddened that so many parents would allow their little girls to participate in such debauchery. I wondered if they even knew.

School buses that were made to deliver our beautiful babies to places of learning and EDUCATION being used to promote stripping and thus prostitution. How could they do this to our FUTURE? I just thought about this but they probably have to pay to ride on the bus. Maybe.

I would love to have access to all of those little Black girls. I would teach them how to sew and cook and love Allah and Black people.


That would be my dream.

But in New Orleans, this was the reality.

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