بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Members of the Asiatic Tribe of Shabazz!

How are you all? I’m okay. Just riding the waves of life although I feel like a ship without a rudder, lost at sea, just floating amongst the flotsam and jetsam with no direction.

I guess I can’t really say no direction. I never lose my direction. I just don’t have a, OKAY, I don’t have direction. I guess, honestly, I just don’t KNOW my direction.

Allah is my GUIDE. And I know my ultimate destination is Zawji, but I just don’t know when I’m going to arrive or exactly how I’m going to get there.

I just submit to Allah and go wherever He Tells Me to go.

Last night I went to an event at CAAM. And as much as I love it, I don’t like it.

I already told you about the time I went and there were no Black employees up from slavery (what most people call African-Americans).

Then I was going to go to a talk there and the lecturer was a devil.

THEN Ibnana and I were going to take the Lindy-Hop dance class and they were filming.

So, believe me when I tell you I had my reservations.

Nevertheless, I went.

The event was titled “Remembering ’92” and it was slated to be a recollection of the Rodney King beating and the aftermath.

So, that was a lit time with emotions exploding all over the city and I was hoping to go and recall the whole thing with other people who experienced it like I had.

I’m a big history buff and a budding anthropologist, so I was looking forward to hearing other people’s recollections of the whole time.

I should have known.

When I pulled up, there was a young, nicely dressed Brother standing right by where I always park Lulu, but his demeanor was not receptive to put it nicely.

So, my teacher taught me well.

I ignored him.

Then another Brother, similarly but not quite as formally dressed, approached him and they embraced.

Now, they both had on slim-fitted pants, but now I kind of look at it like how The Temps and other men dressed in the sixties. Their suit pants were slim-fitted tailored, so I didn’t automatically take that as a sign of him being gay.

And just because they embraced doesn’t automatically mean they were gay either.

I mean EVERYBODY hugs nowadays.

But Brothers, just to be on the safeside (and Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the peace and the blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught us that anything other than a handshake between men is disgraceful.

So, as I was locking Lulu up, I noticed that nearly everybody that went inside was a devil. I got a good look at the audience during the discussion and it looked like rainbow sprinkles.

The Black Lives Matter guest was probably proud. :/

I’m not even, okay, I guess I will.

Black Lives Matter is stupid.

We know Black lives matter.

Devils know Black lives matter.

They just don’t care and you telling them is not going to make a difference.

They are still going to kill you every chance they get.

So, when they opened up the discussion for “questions” I made sure I was the first one to raise my hand. I have learned that if you don’t get in early, they may never get to you.

So, I knew I was going to comment and took a seat in the front row. And sensing they were about to open it up for questions, I shot my arm up so they couldn’t act like they didn’t see me.

But I knew the curator for the event DID NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE ME. He is one of those Brothers with political aspirations. At least that’s how he came off. He sat up there on the stage with his legs crossed so high up and so tight and turned toward the side that he would given a devil in a mini skirt a run for her money – SO GAY!!! He made it a point before giving me the floor to reiterate that he was only accepting QUESTIONS – NOT STATEMENTS!!!

So, I had that in the back of my mind when I opened.

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum, In remembering the ’92 rebellion, it was basically a repeat of the ’65 rebellion. Was anybody there? (I looked over the faces and nobody raised their hand but I already knew that.) The fact is, we can march, we can join every organization, but we are NEVER going to be able to stop them from killing us because killing us is what they were made to do. They can’t help it. The only way we can stop them from killing us is to get away from them. Separation is our Salvation.

Somewhere in the middle of my soliloquy, I decided, to hell with his “question” requirement. I also knew, by the way they were just blankly nodding and smiling at me, that my statement wasn’t going to hit them fully until this morning, so I gathered my belongings and broke.

I was insulted that they had turned our rebellion into a Kumbaya campfire.

The only other person there who was actually AT the shit was this Brother who was on the cover of Newsweek and like the poster boy for the whole thing. They probably PAID him to be there.

Through the whole exhibit there was this old devil singing the BLM theme song. It was nauseating!

I found out the BLM was started by ARTISTS! From L.A.’s own St. Elmo’s Village. :/

They are using the struggle for Black Liberation (whatever that is :/ )to advance their careers.

Some other highlights of the evening:

  • A devil man with two Black boys ended up sitting right next to me. I had moved his place holders and took one of their seats. So then he comes explaining to me that he might have to keep getting up to attend to the younger of the boys who was about four. The elder was nine or ten. So, you know I didn’t move. He sat right next to me with the four-year-old on his lap. So, I look at his hand on the little boy’s bare thigh and asked him what was he doing with two little Black boys. Of course he couldn’t believe I had the temerity to ask such a thing in this day and age of tolerance and said just as much. He asked me what business was it of mine? I said, “I’m Black.”
  • Later I told the older one to read Message To The Blackman and asked him if the little boy was his Brother. He nodded his head yes. I smiled and said gently, “But that’s not your father.” The poor boy looked so confused. He nodded his head, “Yes.” I said, “No, your father is Black like you.” Then the devil got all up in my face. “What did you say to my son?” I got right back up in his face and said, “That’s not your son.” Then he started getting all in his emotions and I just walked away.
  • I saw this fine Brother with a devil and he grinned a superfine smile at me and I don’t know what he expected me to say or do, but I said, “There’s a Black girl out there waiting for you.” He looked shocked and appalled but after he came back to his senses, he just said, “Well, isn’t that racist.” I shrugged and said, “It’s true though.”
  • The best part of the night was the video they had of Reginald Denny. He was the devil who got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time and I had such an exquisite time remembering how the Brothers were throwing rocks and such at all the cars going by driven by devils or ANYBODY who wasn’t Black. 😀 😀 😀 For me, THAT was remembering ’92!!! CHEAH!

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  • So, I was reading “the most popular book by Sigmund Freud” but I realized he was gay. First, I realized he was an atheist which I thought was rather amusing because he blamed everything wrong with humanity on Christianity. I couldn’t disagree with that. I also found it interesting the way he distanced himself from humanity and addressed common issues with such impartiality. But he went too far when he was talking about love and said that “a person’s only acceptable love object is limited to members of the opposite sex.” Who (or what :/ ) else is supposed to be your “love object???” I threw that shit away.
  • I decided after last night’s incident with the fine brother with the devil, that I no longer just “plant seeds,” I DROP BOMBS!!!
  • I forgot about one place The Homeless Society has also been – THE LIBRARY. :/
  • Another proof the white woman is the ROOT of all evil. Let’s look up the definition of ROOT –
    noun: root; plural noun: roots
    1. 1.
      the part of a plant that attaches it to the ground or to a support, typically underground, conveying water and nourishment to the rest of the plant via numerous branches and fibers.
      “cacti have deep and spreading roots”
      synonyms: rootstock, tuber, rootlet; More

      rhizome, radicle
      “a plant’s roots”
      • the persistent underground part of a plant, especially when fleshy and enlarged and used as a vegetable, e.g., a turnip or carrot.
      • any plant grown for its edible root.
      • the embedded part of a bodily organ or structure such as a hair, tooth, or nail.
        “her hair was fairer at the roots”
      • the part of a thing attaching it to a greater or more fundamental whole; the end or base.
        “a little lever near the root of the barrel”

    It’s worse than I thought. Eve was not only the first, meaning the root of white girls, but according to this definition, she is the one from whom they gather their strength. If that ain’t evil, I don’t know what is. According to the definition, Eve is the “support” for all white devil women that came after her, thus the ROOT of EVE-IL.

  • Between homosexuality and interracial relationships, it’s a wonder that there are ANY full Black children in America.
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This is a picture I took of a sign from the Watts riots in 1965.

I was really going to try and not talk about you-know-who.

Yesterday was A.J. Day, as you know. He’s trying to make it A.J. WEEK! LOL He’s so conceited. The song he gave me for Mother’s Day last year was called “Hearsay” but the hook is, “It’s all about me…” 🙂

But I love his dirty drawls.

I tried not to celebrate yesterday but ended up stealing some Lindt and I got a rose from the event – chocolate and flowers. And I’m in Malibu again. I’ll probably come here every day for the rest of the week, so it looks like his ass is gonna get his wish, whether we like it or not. A.J. WEEK, Spoiled bitch. 😛

I never thought boys could be spoiled too. LOL I know I am. Maybe that’s our problem.

Oh yeah! I wanted another book, but Allah Gave me a movie instead. So far so good, but these things have a way of taking a turn. But if I was at the end, I would post it even though I disagree with some parts.

I am loving all the subliminal messages. But I’m not gonna say any more because I don’t wanna give it away. YET.

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It begins to tell…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beloved Asiatic Black Family!

How are you all? I’m doing pretty well, till after sundown…

Then I woke up on the beach. It was clear which was nice after the past three overcast mornings. Naturally, the first thing I did was reach for my notebook.

I didn’t really feel like writing but I kind of put it on myself to never stop, so I succumbed and it dawned on me that today is A.J. Day.

After the way he treated me, I hardly felt like celebrating.

He tried to give me the beach.

I was like, “Fuck you, Nigga!

And threw that shit back in his face.

But I am in Malibu.

You know I’ve been reading this old Vogue magazine from 1912 and it said that the only acceptable gifts for a decent man to give a lady he’s courting are FLOWERS, CANDY and BOOKS. Never jewelry or anything “vulgar” like that.

Well, it didn’t say “vulgar” but that’s a term that people use when referring to proper etiquette. Something else you want to avoid is “rudeness.” Another anti-etiquette term.

But anyway, I guess I did kind of accept his gift.

I still feel like he can kiss my perfect round derriere. Choosing a devil over me. I realized last night that I was right about the devil white woman being the root of all evil and I can prove it.

The first devil white woman was Eve. (No, Adam and Eve were not Black. They were the first devils. Black people were here trillions of years before Adam and Eve.) She is where the word “EVIL” came from. Eve —-> EVIL!!!

Also, it can’t be the love of money because there was evil before people even began using money.

But, I remember when I first saw Zawji’s picture after not seeing him for a long while and his eyes looked so dead where they had once been so vibrant.

I know she’s draining him. If he was with me he would forget he ever used to smoke or drink. He wouldn’t need those things. I would soothe his mind and spirit.

That’s what he made me for.

Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us, “A woman is the only Heaven a man has.

Thus, if you have a woman but you’re not in Heaven; you need another woman.

He won’t even look at me. He knows if he does, it’s over for her.

I know he loves me now.

Last time we saw each other, he was pissed because I interrupted his lunch date but as soon as he saw me, his face lit up and broke into that beautiful smile that’s reserved just for me. But after we hugged, he started trembling uncontrollably and would not look at me for NOTHING! And all I wanted was to lose myself in his illuminated, beautiful, chestnut brown eyes.

If I had known then what I know now we would be together because I would not have left without him.

Which is why I was so anxious to see him again.

But he wouldn’t look.

I feel so used.

It was as if he summoned me there just to use me.

That’s all anybody ever does.

Get what they can out of me.

And it pisses me off because I can’t turn it off.

I’ve decided to tell people who take my picture to pay me.

I hope I’m not turning into a bitter, homeless old bag lady.

I don’t think so because I still hope one day he’ll come around.

I really don’t have any other thing to do but wait for death.

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I’m so irritable now. The only thing that cheers me up is chocolate or ice cream but I don’t want to get overweight again. It was so hard to lose this time.

I know it’s immature to get angry when people copy me, or photograph me, or get blessings or inspired because of me. And there’s really nothing I can do to stop it. So, I guess, I just crossed another milestone and I’m really going to try and accept the adage that “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

I could use the money though.

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  • I saw the big homie, John from GSH and he told me he owns his own business now!!!! Yaaaay, John!!! So, if you have some pesky critters and want discreet, reliable and effective service give “J’s PEST CONTROL” a call at (310)654-2075
  • Yesterday, I told you that at the Marina, the pelicans “land,” well technically, they “water!” 😀
  • Anybody wanna take me to see Brother Herbie at the Hollywood Bowl? It’s tomorrow and if you are a Brother, we can’t sit together or arrive together. That would be too much like a date and you know Muslims don’t date. So just leave my ticket at Will Call. Muah!
  • Happy B-Day Genius!
  • According to Wikipedia, “In 2010 he lectured at Harvard University, and since then visited, among others, MIT, Oxford, USC, NYU, Cornell where met with scientists such as David Kaiser and Sallie W. Chisholm, to seek inspiration. In 2012 he discussed with Neil deGrasse Tyson.To improve science education in New York City and beyond in late 2012 he began to work with the assistance of Columbia University’s professor Christopher Emdin and website Rap Genius on a pilot program called Science Genius B.A.T.T.L.E.S. (Bringing Attention to Transforming, Teaching and Learning Science). This initiative motivates young high school students, especially African-American and Latino students who together make up 70 percent of New York City’s student body, to learn science through hip hop, creating scientific raps and engaging in a rap competition.
  • I thought this was so beautiful, despite my aversion to the “Queen,” she gave this precise description of “traditional music:”  “solid songs, intelligent lyrics, superb accompaniment and flawless production.” Brilliant! “…accompaniment…”
  • Another term I like is “Tight Grooves” I got that from Gladys.
  • Oh snap! Thanks Ree-Ree! She talked about this movie in her book.
  • I’ve only watched about the first fifteen minutes and I’m LOVING it so far. But I’m not going to post it until I’ve watched the whole thing. Sorry.

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Gods & Goddesses
Of The Holy Tribe of Shabazz


It was as if he conjured me up to help him with his business meeting. I’m a muse/lady luck and I rolled right up on him in the middle of a meeting on a patio overlooking the ocean.

It was kismet.

Even with all of the “coincidences” that happen in my life, I still almost couldn’t believe it. I was kind of expecting to see him soon though, having just seen his daughter.

I was looking for a park that I had visited several years ago by the beach. I knew I had passed it but I kept rolling.

Then for some reason, I decided to just forget it and go to the beach. So, I turned onto this random little “street” between the houses and there he was.

He was holding court with a crowd of obsequious admirers but it sounded like he was wrapping up.

A.J.!I called from the sand below.

A devil peered around him to look but he kept talking.

A.J.!!!” I called louder.

Still nothing.

I stood there for a minute trying to understand why wouldn’t turn around.

Allah Gently Told me to just, “Forget it,” trying to preserve what little dignity I still possessed and so I started toward the water.

But he was right there! And I hadn’t seen him in so long. I couldn’t believe he would just ignore me!  And I couldn’t just give up on him.

It was worse than the last time I saw him.

It’s like he’s ashamed.

It took him what seemed like ten minutes just to LOOK at me!

This time he wouldn’t even do that.

I was still kinda in shock because I had just walked up and there he was!

I listened to his voice for a minute, trying to grasp that I was right here and he was right there.

Eventually I looked up and one of his obsequious admirers was looking down at me.

I gestured for him to get A.J.’s attention.

He shook his head like, “Uh-uh. If he doesn’t want to turn around, I’m not going to be the one to MAKE HIM!”

Then his devil girlfriend handed him a drink.

A. He was with a group of people and he was the only Black person. I could live with that.

B. He drinks. I could live with that.

But then he did something that I couldn’t handle.

He lit up something.

And I lost it.

I had the hardest time turning Lulu around.

It was as if Allah Didn’t really want me to leave.

But eventually I forced her.


I don’t think it’s me anymore. 

For some reason… No, I know why. It’s his devil girlfriend.

Apparently, he doesn’t want to leave her. Yakub’s Law of “Opposites Attract” is causing him to choose her, smoking and drinking over Allah and Islam and me.

So, I continued back on the straight path I was going in before I turned off onto that little street, but by now I was completely in shock.

That little detour changed my life and brought me to another milestone in my life.

When I was in Vegas, I knew he smoked. But it was as if he was trying to quit.

I know the problem is his devil girlfriend.


She gives him liquor, so even if he was trying to stop she won’t let him.

Drinking and smoking go hand in hand.

I know because I used to do both.

But, with the help of Allah, I was able to quit.

So, it’s impossible for me to submit to someone so weak.

I know after she handed him a drink, he automatically wanted to smoke.

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back.


I rode to the end of the beach, where the Marina opens.

I had never ridden that far before.

And I paused when I got to the end of my little path, because suddenly there was a crowd of people walking on the main trail that outlines the Marina where my little path ended.

Why do people always take my picture when I’m at my lowest?

This man snapped my picture and I looked away. Then covered my face and looked at him and he took another one. The camera actually was one that used film so I knew he couldn’t delete it. I just told him, “Don’t take my picture!”

That happened in New Orleans too, when I was actually crying and this guy would not stop taking my picture. I had to get up and leave.

But yesterday, I ended up finding a place that was semi-private (at least it was hard to reach, if not completely concealed) and broke down. Allah Lets me blubber sometimes. I really hate to cry. To me it symbolizes weakness. But I have to let it out. I tried screaming too – later at the beach when it was fairly deserted. But that didn’t do much. I would rather do this: aldkjf la’etueotu ‘ljgkao’erut’owejdg’laewtuq4e u0e[4yu’;er je’rgj’earlkjgrkgjoer;gjw re;oyunpjdfg rpeoiupdfg9 LOL

It’s kind of like banging on a keyboard. I guess it is banging on a keyboard. Just not a musical one. 😀

So, I just rode around and explored the scenery of this new neighborhood. This section of the beach is almost private. The houses open right onto the beach but there’s no bike path between the houses and the beach, nor a parking lot nearby. So, the beach is reserved almost exclusively for the people who live there.

There were people who didn’t live there enjoying the beach too but when I tried to sleep there the police came and told me the beach was closed.

I was like, “Nigga, you didn’t open the motherfucker, so how the fuck are you gonna try to close it? Get the fuck out my face.

He told me it was like a park.

I was like, “Did you build this, Nigga?

He was like, if you’re still here when I come back, I’m gonna issue you a citation.

I thought about it. And decided, I could live with a citation. But he would still make me leave and if I refused he could and probably would take me to jail. I was cool with that too.

But then Lulu was like John Coltrane’s solo on “Freddie Freeloader”

Ibnana used to always sing, “What about meeee? What about meeeee? What about me me me me me?”  when his part came on LOL

So, I bounced.

But I found another pier, which was so peaceful and serene and since the police had already cleared the beach, they left. So, I could enjoy it without worrying.

I heard something that sounded like some type of sea monster, but I realized it was just sea lions barking. Then I saw them. They were so cute and playful. They swim differently than dolphins. But I saw them (dolphins) too.

The marina has more wildlife than any other area of the beach that I’ve seen so far.

The pelicans actually LAND (albeit on the water, but still 😉 )! And I think I saw some eagles.

I like to draw the birds.

I guess it’s a good thing the pigs woke me up because by then I was ready to think.

When I first layed down, I prayed for sleep to take me away from my misery.

But sitting on the pier, I had a lot of time to think. I prayed with the prayer beads I had just made, and that really helped me.

Eventually, the sky brightened but by then I was almost ready.

I walked almost the entire distance from the Marina to Venice; it was still very early so I was able to get the last of my tears out without observation.

And I was my usual annoyingly cheerful self by the time I made it to the Club. 😉


Last night I decided that that was the last time I was going to let him make a fool out of me. I threw my “wedding band” in the ocean.

I resigned myself to the fact that this world is just fucked up and sometimes your soulmate has issues. He’s still my soulmate and there’s no one who can replace him so I’m just going to have to live my life in solitude unless Allah Decides to clean him up.

My prayer, My sacrifice, My Life and My Death are all for Allah, so I’m Gucci.

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Turns out I DIDN’T miss the Cameron Graves show. It was Friday night. I went and enjoyed it. Although, he’s kinda sketchy with songs titled, “Satanic this and that” and “Lucifer something” so I’m going to be careful with him.

He’s worse than Prince because Prince didn’t come out and say “The devil thus thus and thus” but he still gave me the creeps.

Ro James is another one and I really like him, but something about him feels sinister and that big “Old Hell” in his video doesn’t help.

I’m going to have to force myself to forget that he has a free show coming up….

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Ibnana and I had plans to go learn how to “Lindy Hop” yesterday but they were filming and not paying. Not that it would have made a difference if they were, but I was not trying to help nobody sell a flick.

I was really disappointed about that because that’s my era and I was really looking forward to that class. Ibnana would have been the PERFECT partner, in Zawji’s stead. I can’t dance with anybody else and they both can REALLY dance!!! Cursed filmakers!!!

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  • Why does everybody call Lulu, “The Barbie Bike?” I’m like, CHRISTIE!!!
  • (I had the one at :33 and WHY was her boyfriend named JAMAL?)

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Brothers and Sisters!!!

I pray Allah you all had a glorious and wonderful evening and morning as I had. I thank Allah!!!

Yesterday, last night, rather, I went to an “opera.” If you wanna call it that. It was a free presentation by the Marina Del Rey Symphony of “Aida,” starring a Black girl, which was a pleasant surprise! The whole opera takes place in Africa, so technically, THE ENTIRE CAST SHOULD BE BLACK. But you know that’s too much like right in Christian America.

The music was beautiful and another key character was Black as well, I think he was supposed to be Pharaoh. But I’ve been to an actual opera and was a little disappointed because they advertised it as “fully staged,” so I go thinking there was going to be a set and everything like a typical play/opera.

Another thing I noticed, and I might just be old-fashioned, but I think subtitles are cheating. In this age of technology and big screens to assist the audience in seeing the drama being carried out on stage, I guess operas have incorporated subtitles to assist audiences in following the storyline.

I guess it makes sense, now that I think about it… Gotta get with the program and keep up with changing times. It does not pay to stay stuck in the past, with some things. You’ll get stuck and buried. LOL That is how the Black Nation lives forever. We grow and change. So, I guess it’s alright to have subtitles. You have the Captain’s approval. Carry on.

But the focus last night was on the conductor and the symphony, instead of the storyline, so instead of the musicians being unseen in a pit somewhere, they were up on the stage and there was no set.

The vocalists just stood in the front of the musicians and sang their lines. :/

It was okay and I’m sure I will return because they have a lot of shows at this particular park. (This was the park where I missed Joe. 😥 ) I can’t think offhand of any shows coming up but they have more musical acts at the nearby Fisherman’s Wharf on the weekends. And, In Sha Allah, I’ll make it to some of those as well.

OH! I just remembered Arturo Sandoval is scheduled to be there later on this month. I might go see him instead of going to see this white jazz band at the Townhouse that plays Old School jazz. He adored Dizzy and Diz gave him his stamp of approval and that means a lot to me.

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This morning, I finally made it over to the Annenberg Community Beach House! On the outside, it looks like such a swanky place. You know the type of place that used to discriminate. And I love going to those types of places. So, I finally went and can cross it off my bucket list.

I was a little disappointed at it as well, because the bulk of the beach house activities are to be done OUTSIDE. And I was expecting more of a sitting room, cafeteria with a dining room type of beach house.

There is a cafe on the grounds but the eating is designed to be done on lawn chairs, picnicking type of thing.

There is also an art gallery and a “game room” for the kiddies, which can be converted into any type of activity room during other seasons of the year.

There was another community type room that was being rented out for a SMC government retreat; a pool; and my favorite – the last relic of the house’s former glory – the Marion Davies Guest House.

The property used to be the jewel of what was then known as Rolls Royce Row on PCH.

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I arrived just as they were opening up and took a tour of the house.

I learned that Marion Davies was the mistress (whom the historical society refer to as “sweetheart.” They love her despite her sordid lifestyle) of media tycoon William Randolph Hearst.

He was a notorious adulterer and had had his share of showgirls, finally settling on Miss Davies. Since he owned so many publications and film studios, he was able to manipulate the press into only printing ravishing reviews for anything she did.

However from what the docent reluctantly told me, the movie “Citizen Kane” tells another story.

Anyway, it is a shame that the house was demolished in 1955. It would have made a beautiful community center, if the remaining guest house is any indication. Let me grab a photo. BRB

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Sorry, if I posted too many photos for you. But I’m “The Architect’s Daughter” and I love architecture as well as interior design and I am fascinated with the details and care that used to be put into buildings.

Blame it on Allah and Islam. That’s where it originated.

Anyway, that small building on the very left of the picture and the pool are the only things that remain of this incredible house.

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  • OH MY GOD!!!! THAT’S WHAT I GET FOR NOT CHECKING MY CALENDAR. :/ WHY DID I MISS CAMERON GRAVES FREE SHOW LAST NIGHT?!?!? I AM REALLY KICKING MYSELF RIGHT NOW. I mean, I like Classical. But I LOVE JAZZ. And he is a new artist that I really wanted to see. When I went to Mack Avenue’s website, he came up! And I’ve never heard his music so I was really excited about seeing his show. And I missed it. Okay, I just went to YT to post a video and I know who he is. He played keys when I saw Ryan Porter and the West Coast Get Down. Now, I’m wondering if I should even care about him, because he looks like he’s one of those white guys trying to re-pass. LOL 😀 Well, at least I don’t feel so bad about missing his show.
  • This is the Brother who designed my name logo. He is the first person to design the L.A. symbol differently than the one we all know and love that represent the L.A. Dodgers. THE SMALL SHOP. The shop is located on sixth street in dtla but I cannot figure out the website. I was hoping I could order something I saw in the window online but… I guess. ❤
  • Okay, I figured it out and found what I wanted to buy, but I don’t think I want to spend my WHOLE check on it. :/
  • I also wanted to write a disclaimer about The G autobiography. She was okay with the abomination and you KNOW that’s not cool. So I just skipped those parts in the book and I suggest you do the same.

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Aunt Re

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم


As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beloved Brothers & Sisters!

You can see what an influence Aunt Re has had on my fashion sense. I am also a big fan of her music. However, after reading her autobiography, I must say that I don’t really like her personality. If Guinness had a category for biggest ego, Aunt Re would win.

She was so much on the defensive. Always defending her behaviour, misunderstandings, industry disagreements and false media reports. It made me question who was really at fault for her to have SO MANY issues to address.

Especially after reading what she had to say about her relationship with G. I had to mark the page, it was so funny. But I’m not going to go downstairs just to quote her, I will tell you this. She was so “Christian,” but more like Problem #2, all she said was she was going to “pray for” Ms. Knight. LOL So Christian of her.

As a matter of fact, she was so “Christian” that she had three babies by three different men, none of whom did she bother to marry, before she was twenty! I wonder what Christ would have to say about that!

To put it bluntly, Aunt Re was a ho.

Probably still is the way she talked so much about how much she loves the lord and what a good Christian she is. No reason to think she’s changed.

Shows you how terrible Christianity is for Our Nation, also considering that her father was and is one of the most well-known Reverends in the history of Reverends, Reverend C.L. Franklin.

It was opening up for him, that she began her career in music.

And oh my God, why did she tell us everything she had to eat?!?! Every where she went, every family vacation, every shopping spree, every new house, every turn of events in her life was accented with what type of food went with it and how GOOOOOOD it was!!!

But she blamed her weight gain on quitting smoking. :/

Needless to say, I liked her a lot more before I read her book.

But it was interesting to find out, that just as I was realizing my favorite Aunt Re song was Rock Steady,

…she got to that part of her book and mentioned that the organist, whose contribution made the song what it is, was none other than my favorite singer of all time, Mr. Donny Hathaway.

It’s easy to see why she and G don’t get along. Aunt Re blamed it on G’s fledgling career, but G said it started when they met.

She said she and Aunt Re shared a dressing room when Re came to Atlanta, and G, being from Atlanta, was a little intimidated by Re’s star, already having established herself as a great gospel singer. Nevertheless, G extended her hand in warm greeting, welcoming Aunt Re, “Hi, I’m Gladys Knight. Welcome to Atlanta.” Aunt Re just looked at her and then turned her back and resumed her conversation with her background singers, saying nothing.

G said nobody really believed the cold treatment she received from Ree Ree until one day backstage at a concert, she ran into her again. Again Gladys greeted Aunt Re and again Aunt Re snubbed her.

But this time Bubba was with her and Gladys and he exchanged glances. She was like, “I told you.” And Bubba said, “Hey, Ree Ree!” and Aretha turned around and came and gave Bubba a big hug.

Bubba said, “Gladys was speaking to you too.”

Then Ree Ree acted like she had only just noticed Gladys was there. “Oh, hi.”

Both women were raised in the church with heavy gospel backgrounds. But Gladys has a real love for Allah (God) while Re seems to just like going to church and being the Rt. Reverend’s daughter and all that accompanies it.

She said he had his “lady friends” too, one of whom LIVED WITH THEM IN SIN, so the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.

SHAMEFUL what Christianity allows. Last time I checked FORNICATION AND ADULTERY ARE STILL SINS.

And such a highly respected man and his daughter. SMH

One of the first things about Aretha that really made me dislike her was the way she treated her musical associates. THREE times throughout her book, she spoke of how badly people she had previously gloated over were treated (Quincy Jones being one) by record company executives, but obviously it didn’t phase her one bit.

She just went on to a different subject.

I felt she could have done a little bit more. She seems really selfish and egotistical. She gives QUEENS a bad name.

And to make matters worse! Her sister Carolyn died of cancer and Ree Ree talked about what a wonderful sister she was and what a terrible time in her life it was. THEN she goes on to say, how her Sister went to the press and talked about Ree and how much Ree didn’t like what she had to say!

Why say that AFTER you talked about her death??? And your SISTER!!! She spoke ill of the dead – something EVERYBODY knows you’re not supposed to do – and her own sister. Like Gladys Knight said, “she can sing it and she can spell it,” but Aretha Franklin doesn’t know the first thing about respect.

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So, the past couple of nights, I did somethings that regular people might think was boring.

On Tuesday, I finally went to the Santa Monica History Museum. It’s free from 5-8 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But they were having a talk and there were too many people there talking loud and annoying me for me to really enjoy it. So I left but not before I asked about The Inkwell.

They had one picture and one paragraph, mostly emphasizing how polluted the water was.

But I was told that they are going to have a talk in February about it. In sha Allah, I’m going to ask them to do a full exhibit, at least. It will be Black History Month.

Maybe if more people express an interest in it, they will be more apt to expand the exhibit.

Last night, I went to hear a classical bassist play some very unusual music which I really dug. It was mathematical. It was music but it was based on numbers and doubling and combining different types of playing and was very cool.

It showed how versatile music can be. The composers name was Tom Johnson and the last number reminded me of a regular song but instead of singing the lyrics, they were spoken.

I discovered I like when bassists slide their finger down the string and wondered if it could be done while walking the bass. Hmmmm???

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  • Oh My God! Why did I have FRESH dates?!?!!!! They were yellow and crunchy and the sweetest thing since Soan Papdi!!! If you EVER have the chance to try them, buy them all!!!
  • My favorite flavor of honey is “Wildflower.” I don’t care for “Cotton.” :/
  • People my age are at the age wherein we go to bed and the “kids” stay up! LOL
  • Badu didn’t mention Bag Ladies like myself in her classic song. I’m a Sleeping Bag Lady LOL
  • Remember I wrote about the Black drug dealer who just asks, “You f__k with that s__t? Well, I passed a white drug dealer one day, and he said, “I got that. If you need it.” :/
  • My view of regentrification: “If you can’t STOP IT, might as well PROFIT!!!
  • I don’t know why Mexicans feel like they need to put seasonings on Mango! It’s already delicioso!!! Why make it salty? :/ No comprendo.
  • I forgot to mention how beautiful and clear the night sky has been the past few nights. All I saw were stars, stars and more stars. Did you see it? The moon is also awfully close to the Sun. You can see why there’s going to be a total eclipse on Monday. Astronomy is a natural science. We should encourage our children to participate in viewings. In sha Allah, I’m going to one at the Santa Monica Public Library Pico Branch. Here are some more locations where you can view it in L.A. TOTAL ECLIPSE.
  • One of these men is Cholly Atkins – the man responsible for The Pips signature and impeccable choreography. Eventually, The Tempations, who met Cholly after a tour with G and the Pips, referred him to Motown, where Berry Gordy hired him to refine his own acts.
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  • The Marcus Garvey Day Parade & Festival is going on today in Leimert Park. I may or may not go. Probably not. Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us that both Marcus Garvey and Noble Drew Ali, “loved us but they didn’t have the knowledge to have brought us out.” THAT knowledge was only taught to us from Allah, Himself, through his Divine Messenger (PBUH) and can be read in this book. Click the picture to read it in its entirety.

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers of the Asiatic Nation of The Planet Earth!

Well, I went up to the GZA show and I was almost in. I hesitated because I didn’t weigh the outcomes quick enough. I didn’t have anything to lose. But I think I didn’t act because my intentions were not pure.

I was going to see the GZA when my whole reason for being there was to see Zawji. I know he admires the GZA. And I was hoping to see him there.

But I got caught up in the glitz and the glamour of the entertainment industry and once inside, who knows what I would have been caught up in.

Everything happens for a reason and there is a reason I didn’t get in.

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I finished G’s (Gladys’) autobiography and…

It just made me hate the whiteman even more.

He is the reason why we have so much trouble in our relationships.

Even when we find our soulmates, there are so many unrelated issues that very often, we still end up alone.

Whether it’s drugs, money problems, commitment problems, opposites attract problems or jealousy problems. It is a struggle because of the poison put in us by our slavemaster.

She married her soulmate but he had drug problems. She married again twice but if she knew her first husband was her soulmate, she probably would not have given it another go.

That’s how it is when you know.

You don’t even try anymore. Saving yourself the drama, trouble and heartbreak of trying to substitute another for someone who is irreplaceable.

I learned something from her experience that made me a better Captain and I could really relate to her in many ways…

A. Her love of Allah (God) and

B. Her Good Girl status.

The biggest problem of her life was a gambling addiction, which paled in comparison to some of her musical contemporaries.

She shared stories about other music industry personalities. She talked about how Berry Gordy modeled Motown after their group, hiring their voice coach and choreographer, even hiring a “groomer” for his groups to refine their stage presentation as well as their off-stage behaviours, which G and The Pips were well-known for.

She also talked about how Joe Jackson was friends with her brother, Bubba, William and Edward and that she met his sons, who would later find mega stardom as the Jackson 5, but that when she attempted to get someone from Motown to take a look at the boys, no one would return her calls.

She cleared up the confusion concerning, which came first? Her’s and The Pips’ or Marvin’s version of “I Heard It Through The Grapevine.” She made no bones about her and the Pips, second-class status at Motown, but when their version of the song was at the top of the charts, Gordy had Gaye record another version without even telling them. They found out, not through the grapevine, but when they heard it on the radio.

By far the funniest aspect of her life’s story (which had nothing to do with anyone like the song infers) was her icy relationship with the Queen of Soul, whom she called “Ree” or whom her Brother, Bubba, (whom Ms. Franklin, apparently had a major crush on) called, “Ree Ree.” LOL

I believe her exact words were, “She could sing it and she could spell it, but she had no respect for me.” LOL

I kind of knew Ree Ree was like that. Which is why I read G’s book first. I just like her better, for some reason. I think it’s her wholesome personality, which I must have somehow read from what I’ve seen of her.

TBH, I only bought Ree-Ree’s book out of respect for her gift.

G’s book made me laugh and cry and very introspective. As one who loves Allah, as a singer, as a homemaker, and as one who has come up short so many times in love. I can only comfort myself, like I do when I think about Patrice, and tell myself, “this is not that.

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  • Salt Lake City, Utah mayor went undercover as a homeless man, spending one night on the streets and one night in a shelter.
  • The Santa Monica History Museum is offering free admission on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 5-8
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  • Somebody look up the definitions and leave them in the comments section. I have bullets to list! 
  • The name of that book with the album covers for all of the Black Groups since the beginning of time is “FUNK & SOUL COVERS” by Taschen Publishing. After the nearly $300 “The Black Music History Of Los Angeles,” this would be my choice for a coffee table book, if I had a coffee table, or a house to put one in for that matter…
  • As I was enjoying myself, relaxing at the beach this weekend, an airplane flew by, trailed by a banner that read, “Orcas suffer at Sea World. DON’T GO.” That really hit me. My son was twelve before I took him to the zoo, and I cried when I saw the lions. I think because of our history of slavery, I have an exceptionally hard time with anything in captivity. I don’t go to zoos or circuses. I was thinking maybe, the Wild Animal Park in San Diego, but I think I will have to content myself with National Geographic videos until I am able to travel to Africa.
  • I see dolphins all the time in the ocean and I hate to think about them penned up in those microscopic pools (when compared to the ocean) at these aquariums. And I have always loved killer whales (orcas). I’m sure it’s worse for them.
  • Beloved Brothers and Sisters, I must warn you, that soon, my web hosting site is going to start placing ads on my blog. I’m having technical difficulties and have been unable to pay my upgrade fee. So until I take care of that, you’re probably going to see some ads soon. My deepest and sincerest apologies.
  • Speaking of deep and sincere stuff, Miss Manners really put the concept of Marriage into perspective for me. She referred to the institution as “the most formal and solemn commitment” of your life!
  • You know I sleep on the beach, right? But I made sleeping on the beach kind of cool. Something that anyone would want to do, not just homeless people. They sleep close to the street. But to really enjoy it, you have to sleep by the waves, where all the action is! I mean, no one ever wants to leave and go home anyway, so why not make a night of it? 😉 You get to see the sun set and then see your shadow appear on the sand as the sun rises, and that is one of the most memorable experiences EVER!!!
  • I can’t remember where I was the last time it happened, but if you want to make me (Oh yeah, now I remember! 😉 ) leave, just play Ms. Fat You-Know-What… LOL
  • I know we missed it, but I LOVE this! So G! TECYOSELF!!!
  • If you have children who may or may not be interested in TENNIS, the City of L.A. has a tennis clinic. Missed this one too, but next year…
  • I can cross VISIT THE L.A. INK WELL MEMORIAL off my list since I did that this morning, but here’s one I added YARTS
  • You Know That Feeling You Get When Love Is Fresh & New??? MACK AVENUE
  • You remember when I went to Georgia, and I said I was going to call myself “Peaches” in honour of the occasion??? LOL Well, you know I’ve been spending a LOT of time at the beach, so I’ve got a new alias “Sandy” LOL

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بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

This poem is NOT about a personal situation. Although it very well could be. It is my feelings toward interracial relationships, in general. Just because I’m taken and you can’t have me doesn’t mean you have to reject Black women as a whole! As if I’m the last Black girl!

I can guarantee you; Your soulmate is not white. It is laughable to even infer such a ludicrous idea. Your soulmate is BLACK – up from slavery – JUST LIKE YOU.

Yes, you are upsetting me, when you choose a devil over your own Blackwoman, but we are going to see Al Akhira, while YOU are going to be burnt up with your devil gf, if you don’t turn tail. Consider yourself warned.

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Do you know how much it hurts

To see you walk with my enemy

While I walk by myself?

To face the fact that you’ve

Given up on me

Because I have issues

But I don’t even know what they are

Much less how to address them…

All I know is;

It SEEMS like you were Created to be With ME

And I with YOU

That’s just what it SEEMS like…

Can you tell me what I did,

Or what she has that I lack?

I keep telling myself that

Deep down you really still want to be with me

You just don’t have the time

Or the patience

To do

What only YOU can do

To fix me…

To make you love me again.

I see her man eyeing me…

Carefully measuring and calculating my loyalty to you

But, I’d rather be by myself.

He can keep his money.

I Love You That Much.

So Can You Tell Me WHY???

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