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There are some efforts to celebrate a so-called “Negro History Week,” and some of my people will participate. The planning of that week to teach the slave a knowledge of his past is not complete, sufficient or comprehensive enough to enable my people to learn the true knowledge of themselves. It is important that my people learn the true knowledge of self, as it means their salvation.
We are not Negroes, because God, whose proper name is Allah, has taught us who we are. We are not “colored” people because God has taught me who the colored people are. The American Negro is without knowledge of self. You are a so-called Negro because you are “not” a Negro. Allah has given to me our proper names, the people from whom we were taken and brought here to the shores of North America and the history of our forefathers. Allah has taught me and today I do not fear to tell you, that you can discard that name “Negro.” We are not “Negroes.” We are not colored! Those are some of the main things which we should remember.
We must become aware of the knowledge of self and the time in which we are living. You must know these things whether you agree that Elijah Muhammad is on time or out of time. If what I say is out of season, it goes for nothing. If I am on time or in season, then all I say will bear fruit.
There is much misunderstanding among us because of our inferior knowledge of self. We have been to the schools where they do not teach us the knowledge of self. We have been to the schools of our slave-master’s children. We have been to their schools and gone as far as they have allowed us to go. That was not far enough for us to learn a knowledge of self. The lack of knowledge of self is one of our main handicaps. It blocks us throughout the world. If you were the world and you were a part of the world, you would also turn a man down if he did not know who he actually was. If we, the so-called Negroes, do not know our own selves, how can we be accepted by a people who have a knowledge of self ?
Are we representing ourselves as Negroes and “colored” people in the ancient history of Black men? Our search of the ancient history of the black man of the earth will prove that not once in time were Negroes or “colored” people living in Asia or Africa. How did we come by those names? The names are from the slave-masters. They have called us by their names and the nicknames used among themselves.
It even seems that we like being called by the slave-masters’ name. After nearly a hundred years of freedom, we are still representing ourselves by the names our slave-masters called us! We must learn that the slave-master’s names are not accepted by God or by the righteous people of God.
It is time for us to learn who we really are, and it is time for us to understand ourselves. That true knowledge is here for you today whether you accept it or reject it. God has said that we are members of the original people or black nation of the earth. Original means first. Historian J. A. Rogers points out in his book that beyond the cotton fields of the South and long before the white man himself was a part of our planet, we were the original people ruling the earth, and according to the Holy Qur’an, we had governments superior to any we are experiencing today. Trace over the earth. Check back 5,000, 10,000, or 20,000 years ago. Look at history. Who were those people? They were our people. Today, we are confronted with proof of who the original people are and who shall live on this earth and call it their own.
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM MA BEAUTIFUL BLACK AND BELOVED BEBIES!!!
So, after I found out about the fund raiser for the Candlelight featuring my favourite trombonist – Mr. Corey Henry – I was going to go to the Library and charge my laptop and iphone but I found an outlet near a HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, so I started charging my stuff, real comfortable like, next thing I know, the pigs pull up right in front of me.
I wasn’t doing nothing wrong, or so I thought, so I maintained my position.
Then, a Brother pig gets out and asks if I was visiting someone. I was in the hospital parking lot. And I was like no, I’m charging my laptop. He said, this is private property, you’re not allowed to be here. So, I was like, Cool, I’ll just go.
But, I think pigs are like any other Black men, they see a pretty girl and want to cuff her. LITERALLY too. So, he’s like, not so fast, miss missy, do you have any I.D. on you?
And, I learned a long time ago to NEVER give the pigs your I.D., so I was like No, I don’t have any I.D., I’ll just leave. Trying anything to get away free.
But he was not having it.
You know it’s against the law in the state of Louisiana to not carry I.D.
No, I didn’t know that, Sir.
Even though I figured as much, since it’s the same in California.
So, anyway, he asked for my name and birthday but not my SSN, which was unusual.
I told him my name and took ten years off my birthdate. 😉
But when he didn’t ask for my Social, I knew he was gonna let me go.
And he did.
So I just went back to the HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT but I felt Mr. Henry telling me not to go to the fundraiser.
So, I just chilled but then Razzaq told me to go anyway.
So, you know Razzaq is Jefe too, so I went to the library to use the bathroom and I ran into Keyvin resting on a bench.
I was genuinely happy to see him, having hoped I would run into him today since I was in his neck of the woods.
He wanted to kick it, but I had to use the bathroom, so I was kinda reluctant to leave his company and do you know he asked me if I wanted to have a one-night-stand?!?!?!?!
I was like, “Boy, you better go somewhere with that. I’M MARRIED!” And I showed him Razzaq’s picture. Do you know he started talking about my body? I ran away from him.
But he made me so self-conscious! I mean how can he even see? I wear my garments which are loose-fitting and cover every inch from my neck to my ankles AND I had on a knee-length cape covering even that! I mean really! Seriously? Miss me with that!!!
So, I went to the library, then pushed to the Treme’.
The streets were packed with everybody in town for the Bayou Classic. I only saw one group of people rooting for Grambling. Everybody was Southern. But I think they lost. I kept asking people on my way home but everybody acted like they were deaf. LOL That’s why I’m pretty sure we lost.
So, I get to the Candlelight and before I could even lock Lulu up, this drunk woman comes staggering over to me with a beer in her hand talking about she heard I had followed a little girl home and I couldn’t stay if I was going to be scaring the children. This is a Private Park. I was like, Seriously? GTFOH But I told her I love children. And she seemed to accept that answer and staggered back to the party.
So, a band was playing but by the time I locked up Lu, they had finished and I saw the cutest little boy with a little tiny trumpet. I asked him could he play it. Daddy said, Not yet. And I was amazed at how small his trumpet was and I was wondering if it was a cornet. But he said it was a Pocket Trumpet and I breathed a sigh of relief because I bought my son a cornet and I was hoping it wasn’t that small.
So, anyway, apparently there was a break between groups, so I went and bought a couple of juices and sat down and started reading my Message To The Blackman in America and listening to Musiq Soulchild.
I hadn’t listened to him yet and I was really into the music.
The lady who owns the Candlelight and her cronies don’t really like me, hence the “welcoming committee” but the Brothers were cool. I don’t trust women with blonde hair anyway.
I saw this Brother I always see, and he said, You’ve been reading that same book for six months. I said, Correction Brother, I’ve been reading it for the past ten years.
So, I see a few musicians. You can always tell trumpet players because they carry these square backpacks and you always know they have a trumpet in there. They are the only ones who can do that.
Then I saw Mr. Henry and I had to keep telling myself, I’m my husband’s wife, because I’ve got a thing for musicians and he’s tall and Razzaq’s Doppelganger, and he showed me a little more than a little attention, but I can’t.
A. I cannot hurt Razzaq.
B. I really don’t wanna hurt Razzaq.
So, I just listened to my music and stayed pretty much to myself. Even though I know I looked like I’m somebody with my fur cape and all white garments. I told you Will I Am asked me if I could sing back in the day, so I just have that “look.”
So then, I see Mr. Henry with his trombone and I knew they were about to start. But I kept on my headphones until I actually heard the music.
So, then I see Theodore. The O/G Brother who walked off with my Miles Davis Autobiography last time, but brought it back. And he asked me could he read my Message To The Blackman. I ain’t stupid. I was like Nah, Bruh. Fool me twice, shame on me. Then he asked could he listen to my phone. I was like, Seriously? HELL NAW! But I just said, they are playing music in the club! Then he said, I wanna listen to my own music. I said, that’s MY music. So, then he just comes on out and asked for $1.35.
I don’t know why but I felt like he was trying to play me. So, I told him I needed it. And he asked again! And I was like, Nah Bruh. He was like PLEEEEEZE. And I was like, Look, it’s the end of the month, Niggaz is broke!
That worked. He rolled up.
So, like I said, the suggested donation was a dub but all I had left after buying my juices was $12. (They didn’t accept Food Stamps ) And I was going to pay $10 to go see Mr. Henry on Thursday at his weekly gig, so I figured I might as well give my last ten dollars to support the Candlelight and do you know that bih told me it was twenty dollars to get in?
I told her that’s all I have.
She handed it back to me.
I was like, “Hmph! Some fundraiser! Refusing money!”
But I know she just doesn’t like me because I don’t like devils.
So, I went back outside and just listened to the music.
But it looked so COOL inside!!!
It was BLUE and I wanted to be inside that mug like a mug!
But live music is live music and I contented myself knowing that most musicians had to sit outside the shows before being allowed in for one reason or another.
So, then here comes the Brother who was smoking crack last time, OH! I forgot to tell you, after my donation money was refused, I saw Mr. Henry come look outside, like wondering if I was still there 😀 And then here comes the smoker talking about Mr. Henry lost his phone, did I see it?
Now, this is the same Brother that was talking on a stolen phone the last time I saw him.
So, I was like, He didn’t lose no phone, you just trying to give me a hard time.
He was actually telling someone to call the phone and acting like it was about to ring from my purse or some ish!
So, after I said that, he felt stupid and walked away.
He knows I don’t dig drugs, so he was trying to start some ish to get everybody to make me leave.
But you can’t fool a Muslim nowadays.
So, then Theodore is trying to push up on me and the “welcoming committee” comes and asks him if we were together. He said, Yeah. Then she asked me and I ignored her. Seriously? Leave me alone!
So, I’m really digging the music. They did this Samba or Bossa Nova number that I was really feeling. Orfeu Negro is one of my favorite movies and I like to dance like the women in that movie when I hear that style.
So, I’m standing right outside so I could hear the music good. Then when they finish that song, they played a song I didn’t like so much, and I started being able to smell the port-a-potty that I was standing right next to, so I went to sit down.
Then here comes the “welcoming committee” again. She says something to this devil and points at me. “Ma’am!” She starts calling me. I ignore her. “Ma’am!” I just got up and walked farther away. In fact I walked all the way to the edge of the park before I turned around. She was gone.
So, I went back to where Theodore was sitting and this Brother walks by. I thought I heard Theodore call him “Umar” That’s an Arabic name. So, I asked him if his name was Umar?
Why did he say his name was “Bo Monkey Red?”
I was like “THE Bo Monkey Red????”
I told you earlier I’m a big print media reader. Well, every magazine I’ve picked up since I’ve been in New Orleans had something about this man in it. I was not expecting to meet him like that. But I was cool.
I was just like, “You’re his father,” very matter-of-fact.
And he started telling me how quiet Mr. Henry was growing up and how he could not figure him out until he got him into music. He told me about his other children and I asked him to Lapeitah. He is the Grand Marshall for all of the Second Line Parades and that’s one of his dances. Mr. Henry has a song about it on his record. Okay, I just looked for it. But I remember he just mentions it in one of the songs. That’s the title of his c.d. “Lapeitah” I asked him to do it, but he said he wasn’t feeling it right then. I understood.
He told me his daughter plays trumpet in an all-girl band. I’ve heard of them but I couldn’t remember the name. And he didn’t say, but I’m pretty sure it’s these girls here.
But I had SUCH a GOOD TIME.
I LOVE Mr. Henry’s music. It’s brass but it’s FUNK and I enjoyed it thoroughly. He calls his band a FUNKTET, which is pretty clever because he doesn’t have to change the name if the lineup changes.
This Sister was playing a tambourine and I wanted to snatch it out her hand so badly. I think she knew. But she sounded okay most of the time. And she was with the “krewe du blondes” so I know if I asked her if I could play she would’ve tried to clown. And she didn’t sound bad, so I just enjoyed the music.
They did my favourite song.
You know I’m straight Hip-Hop, so I love when somebody can bust a rhyme – DECENTLY.
I hate when everybody tries to rap just because it’s popular. If you can’t rap PLEEEEEASE PASS THE MIC. PLEASE!
I think that’s why I still haven’t gone to see Kermit Ruffins.
That and the fact that I’m supposed to be Ella to his Louis.
I’m waiting until Allah destroys the devils before I hit the stage unless it’s in a segregated club like back in the day. And from what I’ve heard, he loves them. Got his daughter or somebody up there singing for devils not to mention his song choices – SHINE?????? Seriously?
Granted most of his coonish numbers were from earlier albums, so maybe he didn’t know any better and was just singing Pops’ songs to be singing them. So, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt but I still don’t know when I’ll be visiting his Mother-in-Law.
I just LOVE LIVE MUSIC and am a glorified GROUPIE at heart, but I’m A.J.’s wife so I can’t be sneaking in the tour bus or limousine or nothing like that no more. LOL
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM MA BEAUTIFUL AND BELOVED BLACK BEBIES!!!
So yesterday was a straight trip.
I got up early and was going to go to a laundromat to dry my garment that I had hand washed the day before but ended up posting on a stoop and it was unusually hot yesterday, so I decided to just lay my clothes out on the stoop and let them air dry.
I sat there for about four hours just listening to music and then decided to go to the masjid.
It was Friday and I knew they were having Jummuah, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. (Everything was closed for Black Friday). So, I went and just stayed in the Ladies’ Room. I wasn’t expecting so many Sisters. There were about eight in total who came in. But I knew the last one (an old goat hypocrite) would be a problem.
I had my laptop plugged in and was writing and facebooking and whatnot and then I heard them making Salat. I still didn’t go out. I was going to leave but I was listening to the Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) and he was almost finished, so I figured I would just wait.
Next thing I know, all these Sisters are coming back in the Ladies’ Room, probably to see what I was doing. I talked to one who didn’t have her head covered. And the youngies seemed particularly interested in me with my garments and everything.
But, I like being alone, so I packed up.
And just as I was leaving, the hypocrite poked her head in to see if I was still there.
So, I was and I left.
I went and bought some coffee ice cream and was going to eat it on the stoop I was on earlier.
But I had noticed across the street an empty garage and it was off the street, so I went in there instead. I had already hidden my stuff in there before I went to the masjid, so I just made myself at home and dubbed it THE PRINCESS PAVILLION 2.
So, I thoroughly enjoyed my ice cream, found an outlet, plugged in and started listening to Raheem, just coolin’ out, writing and thoroughly enjoying myself.
Next thing I know, this homeless lady comes in talking about she lives there and I would have to leave.
I was like, “Not no more, you don’t. I live here now.“
So, I just ignore her and keep on writing, not even looking up.
Then she comes tapping me on my foot talking about she was going to call the police. Getting all up in my face.
I was like, “Yeah, right, you live in a garage and you’re going to call the police to make ME leave, GTFOH.”
So, she gets on the phone acting like she was calling the police, telling them I was dressed like a Nun and whatnot and had my electronic equipment plugged up.
Then she comes and yanks my charger out the outlet and I was pissed off but I thought that was kinda bold and decided not to plug it back in.
I think she would’ve hit me.
And I didn’t feel like fighting.
So, I just kept on writing and basically ignoring her, while she’s screaming I have to leave, the police are coming, this is her house, blah, blah, blah.
Then she sees my stuff I had hidden up high and she starts trying to take it down. I just watch her, while I’m steadily writing.
She gets it down and I thought she put it in the garbage bin outside.
But, I had seen this Jehovah’s Witness dig in the garbage after I threw away some literature he had just given me, so I figured I would just do the same thing.
So, I’m still ignoring her and another lady comes by and she starts calling me all kinds of Bs and crazy to her. And I still don’t budge.
But THEN, this big grown man comes in and I’m not afraid to fight two women, but I am not about to try and whoop a full grown man, so he tells me he’s the owner and I’m like, “Yeah, right, whatever, you’re homeless too.” But nevertheless, I was not trying to get a black eye, so I started packing up, talking smack the entire time.
I asked him what’s his name. He told me but I forgot what it was.
Then he asked me my name.
I said it was none of his business.
Then he starts getting mad talking about he’s used to dealing with crazy people and he can be crazy too.
Before that he said I couldn’t “squat” there.
I said I wasn’t squatting.
He said what are you doing?
I said I’m just sitting here.
So, when I wouldn’t tell him my name, he got all in his feelings talking about he was trying to be polite.
I said, you’re kicking me out, that’s not polite.
Then he started showing me he could be crazy too and charged at me, reaching down grabbing the empty bag my ice cream was in and acting like he was going to attack me, yelling and everything.
So, I really started hurrying up and got the hell outta there.
So, much for PRINCESS PAVILLION NO. 2
Turns out she did live there because after I left she went through this door I couldn’t open and went upstairs to an apartment upstairs and he went through the gate in front to this humungous plantation looking like house.
So, I went back to the stoop and tried to play it off even though everybody was looking at me. LOL
So, then I figured since I didn’t have anywhere to go, I would go back to the masjid until they kick me out after Isha.
But when I went in the muezzin told me they told him not to let me in. I asked why. He said he didn’t know.
But I know it’s because I don’t believe like them. And they think it’s their masjidun.
But it really it Allah’s.
They’ll see.
So, I sat on the stoop outside the masjid and plotted my next move.
A few minutes later, the light came on and the muezzin poked his head out and motioned towards me. I knew he was only going to tell me to leave, so I acted like I couldn’t hear him. I had on my headphones. And he went back inside.
I figured I better “posse up” and find another stoop.
So, I started on my way and soon came upon another PRINCESS PAVILLION and spent a cold, interesting night there.
It was even better than PRINCESS PAVILLION NO. 1 because it was quiet and less traffic.
I had a wonderful dream wherein my soulmate officially made me his wife.
Up until then, I had just been saying he was my husband (zawji) or soulmate.
I NEVER said I was his wife.
But in my dream he stamped, “YOU ARE MY WIFE!!!” ON MY HEART AND MIND.
SO NOW I FEEL LIKE IT’S OFFICIAL.
LIKE I CAN’T TALK TO ANYBODY ELSE BECAUSE I AM HIS WIFE NOW.
So, right before dawn, he woke me up and I looked up and saw a beautiful crescent moon, like a sign.
So, I left before everybody woke up and went to where I had stashed some of my stuff.
I was sitting on a stoop, just enjoying the beautiful morning and the aftermath of my dream, when this young Brother comes out of his house and asks if I’m alright. I said, “yahh” like they say in NOLA.
So then he comes over to rap and we talked for a good two hours.
Then I started feeling “rooted.” He liked talking about Voodou. So, I took that as my cue to leave. I had planned to go to the library and it was almost time to open, so I went an got Lulu. I had parked her in front of the front door of the masjid, blocking the entrance. I was mad.
So, I went to get her basket and ran into the lady who walked up on me and the “homeless” woman from PRINCESS PAVILLION NO. 2 and she pointed out some vacant houses I could take up residence in. I really appreciate that because it’s beautiful but COLD in the PRINCESS PAVILLIONS.
So, me an Lulu push to the Library. I was going to go to CLEO’s, and they are supposed to be open 24 hours but this is the second time I went and they were closed.
So, I just went to the library and it looked like they were open, so I parked Lulu and went up to the door, but they weren’t open yet. Ten more minutes.
But ten minutes can seem like an eternity while you’re waiting for something to open up, so I decided to walk to the gas station and get some coffee.
I walked past Subway, grudgingly, since they banned me.
Picked up somebody’s New York Times and saw another car with Southern University Jaguars flags on the windows and it hit me that today is the Bayou Classic.
So, you know my husband went to Southern and I couldn’t help but remember how vivid my dream was and wonder if he could be in town.
❤ ❤ ❤
So, I went to the gas station and was going to get hot chocolate but they had some mint mocha coffee that sounded pretty good and Zawji (my husband) told me I needed it. So, I got some and went to the register.
There was a Brother ahead of me and I always give Brothers the opportunity to pay for my purchases, so I asked him if he wanted to pay for my coffee and he told the cashier to add it to his bill.
Al Hamdulillah!
Sisters, real men enjoy spending money on us. We are the reason they go to work. A man who doesn’t have anyone to help him spend his money has a void in his life. One Brother told me he loves taking women shopping. He said frankly, “it makes his dick hard.”
I hope that doesn’t mean he expects sex because sex before marriage is a sin.
So, I went and sat where me an Keyvon sat the other day and drank my coffee and saw yet another Jaguars car. I drank my coffee and looked at the headlines on the NYT. The main story was about Venezuela and I’m only interested in America. So, I figured it wasn’t worth reading.
Lately, newspapers have been leaving me hanging. The New Orleans Advocate used to be really good, but the last time I read it it was about half the original size and the stories were fluff.
I used to be a really big print media reader, but they are so banal now. Even the ones with concert listings seem to just be about where to buy alcohol or homosexual or pork restaurants. So, I haven’t been picking them up at all lately.
Raheem has a song with Trombone Shorty that is good. But his solo is dry. Corey Henry is better. I was thinking about going to catch his show next week. If I can remember where. Let me Google it. BRB
Okay, so I couldn’t find his weekly show but came up on a fundraiser he’s organizing today. I don’t have the suggested dub but I can give what I can.
So, Zawji, if you’re in town, I won’t be trying to sneak into the Classic Bayou, I’ll be in the Treme’
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beautiful Black Gods and Goddesses aka Ma Bebies!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
So, I’ve been on a Prince kick lately.
It’s funny because I used to be scared of him.
When I saw that picture of him naked on a horse covering up his chest with one hand, it just creeped me out!
Then AUTOMATIC kinda creeped me out.
His whole lace over one eye, black eyeliner and provocative lyrics just spelt out D-E-V-I-L. to me.
It’s funny because my best friend in Jr. High was IN LOVE with him. She used to wear a lace ribbon over her eye and they share the same birthday.
I wasn’t into Purple Rain at all and 1999 seemed devilish to me too.
I mean, he’s saying it’s the end of the world, so let’s just do anything wicked we want to.
And I disagree with that.
Then there was Erotic City and that was just the tip of the iceberg, little did I know.
I mean the beat was bangin’ so I just ignored the lyrics and got into the music.
But after High School, I saw my Razzaq at the club and we would dance to ADORE every week and then he would buy me a single red rose and I thought I would be able to listen to it this time without crying but it’s soooo long.
I checked the time and I was only half-way through.
I thought I still might make it, but nah.
I heard this song for the first time on GC’s Chocolate City on KCRW and was pissed off because I couldn’t find in anywhere online. You know how Prince was about bootlegging. You couldn’t find his music nowhere!
But after he died…
After Adore, he didn’t seem so evil. And I started to really enjoy his music.
I even started revisiting some of his work with other artists.
I heard he played drums on this
Also, I have Tidal music and it is the only internet station that Prince authorized to play his music. His family is trying to take Jay Z to court about it.
But Prince curated a playlist, which I think is really groovy.
You can listen to it by clicking here (and paying the ten dollar service charge) Tidal is known for being artist owned and for paying the highest rates to artists per play.
It is also where I heard his debut record for the first time. Artists’ first albums are always the best but I had never heard Prince’s. I mean one song which everybody knows (the nastiest one) I had heard, but the whole album is banging. When it first hits it’s like Whoa!
And I can’t believe he had on an ankh in 1978.
I mean, I know EWF was into Ancient Kemet but the way people carry on now, you would think that that hotep and whatnot, was current.
Anyway, I also like “Baby” but it’s not on YT so, since you’ve already paid for Tidal, you might as well listen to the whole album
Finally, an article on Prince would not be complete without some footage of his live performance. This is one of my favorite songs. I think because he goes to church.
This is from when he was “The Artist Formerly Known As Prince” LOL ‘Member that?
Let me warn you, in advance, he does get a little risque, so beware.
So, I got kicked out the original PRINCESS PAVILLION and I’ve just been kinda kickin’ it wherever. (As you can see in the picture LOL)
But I have my laptop and Allah ALWAYS leads me to spots that have outlets and I have a hotspot on my iphone, so I have Internet access (Facebook, my blog, YT) and most importantly MUSIC, wherever I am.
It’s just NIGHTTIME that’s tricky.
After spending that night in Lancaster, I think I can take anything, but there’s nothing worse than being cold. Being cold is worse than being hot, IMO. It’s also worse, much worse than being lonely.
Sometimes, I get so lonely, I cry. It’s usually at the end of the month. Like last night. I haven’t figured out why that is yet. I can only assume it’s because a new month is brewing, thus a new beginning.
But, I’ve been wondering/contemplating what I’m going to do.
The Masons have a thing they call “Traveling Man” and for them it’s just symbolic.
But Mason means “Muslim Son”
And for us (some of us) its literal.
I met Our Saviour, Allah – MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER – traveling.
I really believe Allah Wants Me To Be A Transient.
Whenever I find a place, it feels good to have a place, but it never lasts.
My peace is disturbed one way or another
And I find myself back on the streets.
And it feels worse than if I had never found a place.
So, I think, I think I’m going to remain homeless BY CHOICE.
At least until my Razzaq decides to collect me.
I hate having to start all over
BEING HOMELESS
Even if I moved in with someone just to get off the street
The economic plight of the black people of this land has so long been neglected by so-called leaders that even our own people have forgotten it’s basic importance.
Our economic position remains at the bottom of the ladder because of this ineffective leadership and because so many of our people ignore the basic rules of a healthy economic life. We fail to develop self-leadership in economics.
We are in the midst of the so-called civil rights struggle and ferment among the black and oppressed reaches new heights. I shall list, critically, but constructively, the guide and outline which must be followed if this black nation of 22 million is ever to achieve true independence and equality.
We shall begin with these four points.
No. 1. Our knowledge of self, others, and the time should force us to become more prudent in our spending. Unnecessary spending by trying to keep pace with the wealthy of this country has done more to put us on the path of the “prodigal son” than anything else. Let us be taught how to spend and save by those of us who desire to see us out of poverty and want.
No. 2. Do not be too proud to meet together as leaders and teachers to discuss the solution of “How to stop this reckless down-hill fall of our people.”
No. 3. Not one so-called Negro leader seems to want a meeting with me to discuss the plight of our poor people in North America.
No. 4. I have set before you a program, according to the Divine Supreme Being and his Prophets. You have neither produced a better program nor anything to equal it. Your present plans are involved in one of the most disgraceful programs – especially you who boast that you are free and want freedom, Justice and equality with your slave-masters by sitting, standing and begging to be accepted as the brothers of those who, for 400 years, have brought you into your present condition, and have made you a people unwanted by the civilized nations of the earth.
No one wants foolish people who love everyone but themselves and their own kind; who would rather beg than go for self, or even ask the slave-masters to help them go for self. Such people, numbering into the millions, are on the road to destruction if their down-hill speed is not checked by Allah (God) and His Messenger.
HOW TO MAKE AN ECONOMIC PROGRAM SUCCESSFUL: It is very hard for an economist to plan a wise program and see his plans carried out, because the so-called American Negroes’ economics are controlled by the white man. The white man owns the country and the industry. He is manufacturer and producer of everything. Now, it is difficult to plan an economic program for a dependent people who, for all their lives, have tried to live like the white man.
The first step the so-called Negro wage-earners should take is to spend only when necessary and according to their income. They should save as much of their salaries as possible – weekly, biweekly or monthly. We, as wage earners, should always plan to save something from whatever we are paid. Do not become extravagant spenders like the rich, who own the country and everything in it. It is sheer ignorance for us to try to compete in luxury with the owners.
If we can save just five cents a day from our wages, 25 cents a week, $1 a month – that would mean $13 a year we could save in a national savings bank. We number around 22 million and approximately five million are wage-earners. If five million wage-earners saved $13 a year, this would mean $65 million saved out of our wages. At the rate of 25 cents per week, it would be painless. But the so-called Negroes do not have that in a national bank.
Let us see how much money we spend unnecessarily: Suppose we spent the same amount (25 cents a week) in tobacco (cigarettes, cigars, chewing or snuff dipping). But, of course, you will spend far more than that. Some people spend 25 cents per day for cigarettes alone. Let us say we spent the same amount (25 cents a week) on beer. Again the actual amount would be more. This means $65 million a year spent for beer and the same spent for whiskey, wine, cigarettes and cigars. We also spend unnecessarily on sports. You average the same on sports ($65 million). Another $65 million is spent in gambling – averaging five cents a day, 25 cents a week. This is just the minimum.
If five million wage earners saved just $47 per year, they could save $235 million dollars a year. And this figure would be far greater if we included extravagant buying of clothes, furniture and cars. Eating the hog, the Divinely forbidden flesh which keeps us filled with arthritis, rheumatism, high blood pressure and fever makes unnecessary doctor and drug bills. All of this wasteful spending should be checked and you will see within a one-year period that you have not saved one billion dollars, but several billions.
The economical way to use the money you save is first to buy farm land and produce your own food. You can raise enough cattle, sheep, cows and chickens by the thousands if you try following our program. We could cut down on our clothing bills – some of us by about 30 per cent – and yet be well-dressed. Again in this way we could build a national savings bank from deposits for ourselves, and invest our money in the purchase of necessary things for our nation. Then, you could cut down your present high cost of living.
Purchase real estate, buy farm and timberland. Convert the timber into lumber and build homes for yourselves as the white man is doing. Of course, he will have the authority over whether or not to sell the land to you. Get clay land. With marsh clay land and hill clay, you can make your own bricks. Bricks are inexpensive to make once you get your kiln built and tracks laid. The greatest expense would be coal or gas to fire your bricks. Build brick homes for your own people and sell them to your people at a very reasonable price.
Try and save your people from unnecessary high-price buying. Take your cotton to the mills and have it converted into lint. And take the lint to the textile mills and have it converted into cloth. You are very smart. We have many technicians among us who are about as smart as they come. Why shouldn’t we get together and produce something for ourselves?
Ask the government to help us go for ourselves. And if the government will not help us, although we and our fathers have been loyal and helped them to become and remain independent, then appeal to your own people to allow you to move in among them. I am sure that if you are a Muslim you can find a place anywhere on the earth.
We are the righteous and it should not be hard for us to do something for self if we unite. We do not need to unite and then go fight some other nations to get their country. No! That will not be necessary. Come follow me and I will show you how to do this without having to shed a drop of blood. Shedding blood for something that you are Divinely justified in having is not necessary.
It is a disgrace for us to have all this present trouble – standing around begging, quarreling and fighting with slave-masters over something that we can do for ourselves if only given a chance. This chance can be had if you go about it in the right way.
Eat good food which has been prescribed in this book. Do not eat Over one meal a day. Dry beans (navy beans) and whole bread are good for us. We do not have to go around looking for all kinds of foods. Just one common kind will do. Give the body some time to rest. FASTING is a great act upon true Believers of the true religion of God (Islam). This also helps prolong our lives. It is prescribed for us in the Law of the religion of Islam (Holy Qur’an). All Muslims who respect fasting should take the fast of Ramadan. We are not taking the month of Ramadan as prescribed in the Holy Qur’an. We take the Christians month (December, the twelfth month), instead of the ninth month.
This month I prescribe for you to fast (the twelfth month of the Christian year) for the purpose of getting you away from the false teaching of the Jesus’ birth on the 25th of December. God Has Taught Me that he was born between the first and the second week of September and not December. This day, (the 25th of December) He taught Me is the birth date of that demon Nimrod, who was born in the Seventeenth century of Moses’ era before the birth of Jesus. He was so wicked that the Scholars and Scientists of Scripture of the Prophets do not like to teach you of this history of Nimrod. And, if it was the birth date of that righteous Prophet Jesus, you most certainly in your celebration of the 25th of December have not been showing a clean and holy celebration of a righteous person with your drunkenness and your gambling. Your everything but right is committed on the 25th day of December in celebrating the birth of a righteous man. But, you are not doing so for righteousness, you are celebrating the birth date of an evil person and the white Christians will send you all the whiskey and beer and wine and swine that you want to eat and drink on that day.
RAMADAN is the ninth month of the Arab year (which is also twelve months and not nine months). The Holy Qur’an teaches that twelve months have always been a year with God. We are not able to satisfy the astronomists if we do not have a twelve month year, for it takes the earth 12 months to make its complete circuit around the sun and this is why we call it one year (after its completion of this circuit made by the earth at an average distance of 93 million miles).
Ramadan, the Holy Qur’an teaches us, is the month that the Holy Qur’an was revealed to Muhammad. And they worship the month by abstaining from eating and drinking during the day time from sun up to sun down or before the sun rises until after she sets in the Western skies. Then, after dark, we can eat and drink until the sun rises again the next day. The significances of this Arabic fasting in Ramadan is that the spiritual darkness of Yakub’s made man (the white race); eating and drinking, sport and play was the order of the white world until the day break of Truth coming in the first of the seven thousand years after the six thousand years of spiritual darkness and evil of the white man’s world.
WE ARE living now in the bright spiritual world of Allah, the Great Mahdi in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praise is due forever, therefore we are not the children of darkness, but the children of light and truth.
Actually, Divinely, there is no fast set for the children of the light of God and their fasting ceases. But, until we have accomplished our work of perfection of self and separation of us from the spiritual darkness of Yakub’s made man and teachings, we fast to get out of it and take a month that we used to worship as being the month in which the birth of Jesus came about. There is no such thing that we should worship any white people’s holidays. All that they worship are their days and not the slaves (the Black peoples) days.
There is not one that we should worship. The past Thanksgiving Day that you were celebrating, what do you have to thank God and man for that last Thursday of November? Surely you should thank God for allowing you to live to see that day, but this was the man’s day (Yakub’s made man). The Black Man should not take any part in any white people’s holidays not even to Sunday. These are not our days. Please remember this.
I WILL take you further into this knowledge if you write me, as space here in our book is limited. The Muslims, as I foresaid, do not eat nor drink from before sunrise until after she (the sun) has set. If you take it (the fast of Ramadan) with them, you are doing the right thing, until this evil world has vanished. BECAUSE OF the fascination of food to the eye, the smell of food, and the imaginary taste of food, we follow our eyes and our tastes to our graves, by eating the wrong food too often.
I appeal to all Muslims, and to all the members of the original Black Nation in America, to sacrifice at least five cents from each day’s pay to create an “Economic Savings Program” to help fight unemployment, abominable housing, hunger, and nakedness of the 22 million black people here in America who continue to face these problems.
This will not interfere with, the government’s program for better housing conditions at all; it will only aid those who have never known anything in the way of help and those who do not even know that there is a government housing act to help dependent people. There are thousands of our people living in worse conditions than dogs and pigs. At least dogs are not bothered with too many rats and roaches in their houses because they kill them to keep out the uncleanliness and filth which dominate and create bad housing conditions.
We hope to set up a committee to teach and force our people to be clean: The Committee of Cleanliness. We already have such a committee in effect among the Muslims. It compels our people to clean their bodies as well as their houses. If you have only one suit of clothing, you should wash it and press it each night so that you can wear it the next day. If you are not able to have your hair trimmed at the barbershop, you should take turns and trim each other’s hair. You must shave yourselves and look like men.
And our women should clean up. You do not have to have a dozen dresses. Just keep the one you have clean and pressed. Until we enforce cleanliness among the people of our Nation and get them into the spirit of self-respect and the spirit of making themselves the equal of other civilized nations of the earth we will never be recognized as being fit members of any decent society of those nations.
Send your quarters every week to Muhammad’s Temple No. 2 in Chicago, Illinois. These quarters will be banked until we have a million dollars to begin building a banking system.
We have wasted too much money trying to be the equal of the millionaires of America. We like sport and play, but we suffer the pains of hunger because of the millions of dollars lost paying notes for luxuries we could do without – such as fine automobiles, fine clothes, whiskey, beer, wine, cigarettes, tobacco and drugs.
Let the entire nation sacrifice for three years. Confine ourselves to buy not more than three suits of clothes a year, never exceeding $65 in cost. Buy the minimum amount of shoes, never paying over $16 a pair, as long as current prices for the above-mentioned merchandise remain the same. (Of course, inflation can run prices up until money has no value.) We should cut down on waste in high-priced food. Eat pure and wholesome food without being extravagant. Let us cut our extravagances.
As soon as we have enough money in our banks to purchase lands sufficient to feed the 22 million black people, we will build storage warehouses to store our supplies of the necessities of life for our people.
I believe that if we make these sacrifices throughout the nation for three years, as all our nations are doing or have done, we will soon rid our people of poverty and want. Russia did it on a five-year plan. Pakistan and other nations did it and are today on top. We must sacrifice for three years. I will not ask you to try a five-year plan: I am afraid that you, with your short patience, will not agree. But try three years on an “Economic Savings Program” to fight against poverty among our people here in America. I know you will become a happier and more recognized people and have the spirit of independence which is the glory of any nation.
Please respond and help yourself. Each and every one of you will be sent a receipt which will be recorded in our books for the Muslims’ Three-Year Economic Program for the Black Nation in America. You will get a receipt for every penny you send to this office, which you will keep as your record.
You can mail the money directly to the Muslims’ Three Year Economic Program Department, Muhammad’s Temple No. 2, 7351 Stony Island Avenue, Chicago, Illinois, 60649. You can send 25 cents each week or $1 per month. Send postal or personal money orders. No personal checks will be accepted unless your financial savings are verified by the bank.
We, the Muslims, will support this program and hope that every member of the working class of our people throughout the country will join us. We will show the world that we can build an independent nation out of those who have been a dependent people for 400 years.
We are asking you to help us enlarge our educational system so that our people can be educated. This we refer to as re-education into the knowledge of self, our history and the knowledge of the good things of life, of which we have been deprived. You can also aid us by subscribing to the Muhammad Speaks Newspaper.
May Allah bless our poor dependent people in America with better homes more money and better friendships among the nations of the earth.
In the Name of Almighty Allah, the Most Merciful Saviour, Our Deliverer, Master of the Day of Judgment. To Allah alone do I submit and seek refuge.
My dear, original Black people of North America and the world, there is much talk – both good and bad – going these days about the ending of the world that we now live in (the world of the white man). The people of the white race are losing their divine power to rule the world of the original man. It is very easy for us to see and understand that throughout the world there is unrest among the original black people, who are working at a boiling pitch trying to get to themselves and for themselves as never before, not even since the white race has been placed on the planet, even more so than in the time of Muhammad of 1,400 yeas ago. (May the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him.)
From the seventh century to the eleventh century, we had a much smaller world than we have today. Islam did not conquer the whole world – only Africa, the Near East and part of Europe as far as Vienna. She did not conquer Italy, China, Japan and the Islands. But today, Islam for the first time has nearly completed her march throughout the world.
She has not converted Europe or Christian Americans and never will. But, as far as the Original Black People in America, the Pacific Islands, the Southern realm of America, Argentina and South America, you will find a small population of Islam. America is the last place that Islam was to reach.
Not by the missionaries of Asia and Africa, but America was left for the divine Supreme Being who is referred to by the Name of Allah.
In this country, Allah desired to make Himself known as He did (for example) in Egypt, only this time it is universal, coming first to the lost and found members of the Black Nation of America. That prophecy of the Bible from Moses to Jesus must be fulfilled. There is much taught against the divine work that is going on here in America by Orthodox Muslims and Black Christians of America.
Many of the Orthodox Muslims do not want to believe that Allah has appeared in the Person of Master Fard Muhammad or that He has made manifest the truth that has been hidden from their religious scientists – the truth of God and of the devil as revealed to me. Though they do have the Holy Qur-an, many of them do not understand the meaning of it, and some of them believe everything that is prophesied in the Bible and Holy Qur-an about a last Messenger or Prophet being or referring to Muhammad of 1,400 years ago.
They even take all of the people prophesied from Moses to Jesus, who received a prophet coming after Moses and like Moses to the people of Muhammad of 1,400 years ago. This is very wrong. It must be understood that the prophesies are referring to God and a Messenger in the resurrection of the dead in the last years of this world ruled by the Caucasian people.
Moses and Jesus were both examples of what was to come at the end of this world, not the end of Moses’ and Jesus’ world. Moses’ and Jesus’ lives were examples of what would take place among the so-called Negro in America – that lost and found people mentioned so much by Jesus in Revelations where it is shown that the Messenger becomes a lamb.
In Revelations, the symbolic lamb is in the midst of four symbolic beasts. All of the scholars and scientists of the white race know this is not referring to Muhammad of 1,400 years ago.
The anger of the beast refers to a dragon against the Messenger who is referred to as a lamb or as a woman pregnant with child. This is one of the clearest prophecies of the opposition against him in the last days and the type of people to whom the revelator refused to give credit for being not human beings but beasts who desire to destroy the woman and her child.
This only means the Messenger and his followers of Islam.
All Messengers were attacked by disbelievers and governments of their time, according to the Qur-an. As an example of what the last Messenger and his followers would face, Pharaoh openly confessed that he desired to slay Moses and did not believe that God (Allah) would be able to protect Moses from his evil plans.
But the Holy Qur-an says that Allah made him an example, for in the last days both Moses and the symbolic lamb are declared to be victorious.
Revelations states that the lamb and his followers, after escaping the evil plans of the beast, sang the song of Moses, which was of the victory over Pharaoh.
Let us remember that the scholars and scientists have not understood the true interpretations of the Bible and Holy Qur-an concerning the last Messenger. They should meet and confer on this most important of all scriptures and come to the correct interpretation.
Both of you, Christians and Orthodox Muslims, are absolutely wrong to believe all of this prophecy refers to Jesus or Moses and a prophet like himself and to believe that the symbolic lamb in Revelation refers to Jesus or, as the Orthodox Muslims believe, that it refers to Muhammad of 1,400 years ago. How gravely you must interpret your Bible and Holy Qur-an. This important misunderstanding is causing a lot of divisions.
Some of the well-read scholars among the Orthodox Muslims are grieved to hear from America that I call myself a Messenger of Allah, though not one of them has been able to do the work that I have done in resurrecting my people in America. They could not do it. It was not for them to do what I am doing (the resurrecting of the dead). Their own Holy Qur-an teaches them that Allah teaches a Messenger from every people that he intends to warn to destroy. It tells them in plain worlds that an Arab and an Arabic Holy Qur-an could not be an instrument sent to the people who must be resurrected because they would have the excuse that they could not read Arabic and therefore exercise their disbelief by saying that this was an Arab and an Arabic Qur-an.
The Qur-an teaches that they must have the Qur-an in their own language and they must not have a foreigner but someone from among themselves who could speak their language.
He could not be one who could speak Arabic until Allah taught him Arabic. Therefore the Messenger is not an Arab or an Arabic speaker in the resurrection of the dead, not the people who must be resurrected, according to the Qur-an. But later Allah taught him Arabic, and then he said in His Qur-an that now I give to thee a Holy Qur-an in the language of the people (whom he is among who did not speak Arabic), and now I give thee an Arabic Holy Qur-an that I may warn the Mother city.
This means that he received two books. One in a foreign language to Arabs and another in the original language. Both called Holy Qur-an. There must be something that is wrong about the Mother city which all the scholars agree is Mecca. Those are the last days, not in the days of Moses – only his work of correcting the ills of the Arabs in Mecca where he was born.
This was an example of what was to come or what will come. He, not Jesus, referred to the old truth which was given to either one, though the Holy Qur-an is without a doubt a true book, but it only takes us up to the resurrection of the dead not beyond. It does not give you a real knowledge of Allah and the Devil because it refers to the coming of Allah as the Bible refers to the coming of Allah.
The Holy Qur-an refers to the days of Allah, meaning in the years of the resurrection, and it often repeats that the people will meet with Allah in person, not in visions. He will return to them or give them a knowledge of that which they have done, good or evil.
He will not allow the good ones to enter into ever lasting goodness without knowing of their good. It says that on that day Allah will give every man a book so that he can read his own account in the resurrection of the dead, especially the so-called American Negro.
They will receive these accounts literally because they are a people who must be separated, and these books will verify their actual worth. Of course, they have a knowledge of the chastisement of the wicked and disbelievers’ rejections of the truth, and the righteous will have a knowledge of their right by being separated by Allah from evil doers and hypocrites.
The jealousy of the last Messenger is written of and mentioned throughout the Qur-an and the Bible. All prophets had people among them who were hypocrites who were jealous of them and wanted their place.
But they were not fit or chosen by Allah for that high place, as they probably could not go through the punishment or persecution of the wicked. There are religious scientists in Islam who know these things to be true that I am saying, and there are those who do not understand their Holy Qur-an and the prophecy of Muhammad being last among the dead, for the Bible teaches that God will use him to make Himself known in the last days. The people will probably fall for everything evil.
I will not acknowledge the hypocrites’ charges against me by going and contending with them before my enemies. I am not sent to accuse my people. I am sent to clear them of the charges of the accusers – the devils.
This is the divine problem. God, Himself, will liberate the Negro. Africa is trying to liberate herself from the same enemy.
These prophecies concerning the Resurrection and Freedom of the so-called American Negro cannot be cast aside as false, especially today, for you can see the fulfillment.
The so-called Negro must be delivered by God and God only. He will use a Messenger who is symbolically referred to as the Lamb of God in the Resurrection to spiritually liberate the American Negro.
They must be taught a thorough knowledge of their people and the devil. They must be Muslims to be liberated. They must have the Name of God, which means one of the 99 names that comprise the Name of God. The names are now being given.
The foolish hypocrites do not know the scriptures or prophecies, but they desire recognition by the people as great leaders without any followers.
There are many Africans and Egyptians who are now giving me credit for what I have said. They are actually surprised when they come into the knowledge of Allah’s work in America and me, His chosen messenger, sent to my people here in America.
I will accomplish the mission Allah has given to me to raise my people here in America, both spiritually and physically, above the nations of the earth, if it pleases Him.
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