بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Bebies!
I had such a good time yesterday chopping it up with the Big Homie.
I LOVE WHEN HE SAYS, “Behbeh!”
It tickles me.
Man, I love New Orleans.
I ended up shaking the spot last night before my premonition manifested itself.
If someone did find my HONEYCOMB HIDEOUT, I WASN’T THERE.
WHICH IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.
I’m in a cafeteria charging my laptop and I swear, every devil I see, is clearly the child of the slavemaster.
That’s all I see when I see them.
The people who hate us so much that they used to buy and sell us between themselves and treat us as if we were livestock and worse because they didn’t whip their cattle.
Especially the women!
They KEPT the whip within arms reach
Would not hesitate
Whip A Little Black Child
Other Than That
He Was The Spitting Image
I see so much hate in their eyes when they look at me.
I’m not a slave
They HATE it!
All of the other Black People here are slaves.
Because they WORK here
And I’m just sitting here drinking coffee and on my laptop
Enjoying my life
The Black People kinda hate me too.
I hate to say it but they ARE still slaves
For the devils
Don’t realize it because it’s a
When they see me
They Know I’m not
It forces them to wake up
To the TRUTH
That they are slaves
They KNOW something is not right
They treat me kinda funny too.
But the devils!
The men look at me with lust and the women look at me with envy and hate.
You know the women are the ones who instigated the lynchings.
“Kill that Nigger!”
“Teach that Nigger a lesson!”
That’s what they told their men.
Every time I read about slavery, it reinforces everything I’ve ever read before of the cruelty of the slavemistress.
She was far worse than her husband.
Because she was the one abandoned when he snuck into the slave quarters and produced babies by us.
She also had to be angry because her man is so genetically inferior to mine.
Physically, aesthetically, intellectually and morally.
So she is exceptionally wicked and evil
I see it when they walk by me.
The younger ones I just see, “Missy Ann” and Sister Harriet’s owner who was just a little boy.
The white race are devils when they come out of the womb.
They haven’t changed.
And will never change.
YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE NATURE IN WHICH YOU WERE CREATED
AND THEY WERE MADE DEVILS
EVIL AND WICKED BY NATURE.
Don’t think for a second that they love you now.
They cannot change the NATURE in which they were made
Which is to lie and kill the Black.
Some of them smile at me
You can’t fool a Muslim nowadays.
Yesterday, Sister Marion confirmed what I had suspected
When I was in Atlanta
Crashed the City Club.
I had the premonition that all the Black people working there were related.
It was nauseating.
But, she tells everybody that she worked in the powder room at Brennans’ for 35 years.
But she told me yesterday
That several generations of her family had worked for them.
I’m convinced it dates back to slavery.
She told me she got her job through her uncle and that her grandmother and great-grandmother worked there too.
I just Googled Brennan’s but they’re not giving the complete story.
It says the restaurants opened in the seventies but Mrs. Marion said her grandmother and great-grandmother worked there too.
She also told me they had moved, so I think the information I found on Google just picks up from whatever they want to put out.
Masking their true and complete history of slave ownership.
Which is still going on in a worse way
We don’t have to work for them anymore.
But when we become of age,
The only thing we are taught
Is “Go get a job.”
The slavemaster seeming to be so generous
WILLINGLY OFFERS US A JOB
(Put chains back on us)
And we work for them our entire lives
Encourage our children to go and work for them too
And the cycle never ends.
The whiteman has a forever slave.
He gives us gifts and makes much ado over our service
Gives us a “buttered biscuit and a pat on the head“
We are content to be his forever slave.
We never think of going for self.
Working for ourselves.
OWNERSHIP NEVER EVEN OCCURS TO US.
We come here with nothing
We work for the devil all our lives
Leave with nothing.
Try and make something
When your son gets here
He doesn’t come here with nothing
He can expand on what you built
His son Comes Here
He Has More Than What You
Made For His Father
We Can Finally End This Cycle Of Perpetual Slavery.
The ONLY way we can do that
The devil owns everything.
So, whatever he pays us
He gets it right back
When we go to him for food, clothes and shelter
Just like in the days of servitude slavery.
Only now he gives us the money and we go buy it ourselves.
But we don’t OWN anything.
We don’t PRODUCE anything.
Not for ourselves.
We are nothing but laborers for the whiteman 150 years after
He said he freed us.
When will we WAKE UP and
Take a free step
Offer our children
Than an opportunity to go be a slave
For the whiteman?
DO SOMETHING FOR SELF!!!
I found out the Tai Chi class I took last year started back up again.
(In Sha Allah)
I’ll be able to relieve some of this stress I feel over the condition of my people.
I get so much attention
Sometimes, I just want to crawl into a little hole and hide.
Mrs. Marion thinks it’s just an act to get money from people
Sometimes people do just walk up to me and hand me money
It’s not nearly enough to convince me to dress like this. LOL
I wear my garments because I love them.
I couldn’t wait for the day when I would be able to wear them everyday
Even long skirts, long-sleeved shirts and head-wraps/hijabs
Like most Muslim women wear are normal and boring
Compared to my beautiful garments.
Whenever someone tries to tempt me to do some type of wickedness
The first thing they do is say something about my garment.
When Wallace, The Messenger’s (Peace Be Upon Him) son) attempted to destroy the Nation of Islam
The FIRST thing he did
Was tell the Sisters
They didn’t have to wear their uniforms anymore.
I cannot overemphasize the importance of wearing my Holy Garments.
Before I ever open my mouth
I’ve made a statement.
Brothers know they can’t treat me any old kind of way.
It protects me when I want to sin
Because it hinders the Brothers from disrespecting me
It’s like a BARRIER TO SIN
And I don’t care if it’s filthy, ripped and torn, mismatched or whatever
I’m not changing it for anything in this world.
I have to be super careful
I can’t just go to Walmart or any other store
But one of these.
They have to be made.
I’m supposed to make it myself.
You wear clothes that you make yourself
Than clothes made by someone else.
That’s an important factor too.
I feel like I can do anything