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Yet again, I felt the irresistible urge to disembark from the Red Line several miles before reaching my intended destination – North Hollywood or Union Station – depending on the direction of the train on which I happened to find myself. At this point, it really didn’t matter to me anymore. I was not too particular about where I ended up. Either would have suited me.
I had been going back on forth on the train for the better part of the morning anyway.
This was not the first time I had experienced such a driving force, which left me traveling in circles until crepuscule crept up, finding me nowhere nearer either destination than I had been when I first descended the escalator to the first underground platform.
Usually, by mid-afternoon, I have resigned myself to the fact that I’m not going to reach any destination – not that day, anyway – which is truthfully, just my ostensible excuse for being out of the home and in the street. My true cacoethes is always the burning desire that I will happen upon my Beloved Jamal, and he will take me home, as usual. Only, this time will be that last time and we’ll finally attain our HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
But, alas, following crepuscule is the night, and I have long since developed the habit that results after years of practicing proper training and I am always indoors at least an hour before Sunset.
This day, March 19, 2015, was turning out to be particularly peculiar because not only had I seen my Beloved’s doppelganger, but I had seen THREE of them (if you include the night before)!! And now, here I stood – all alone.
The antiquated relics of old reel-to-reel magnetic films seemed to taunt me. As if to say, “Ha-Ha! You’re one of us now!” – Just a memory of an era long-gone whose train has left the station. “And you missed it!”
But, there’s always another train. Like buses. If you wait long enough. Even overnight. There’s always another one.
They say the same thing to a woman who has been scorned in love…
It’s not true though. Not to a woman who has found her one and only life’s Soulmate. You only get one. If you fuck it up. You’re left with really, two options, only one of which is feasible to the woman. Outsiders who have never met their Soulmate will never understand. They don’t understand why the woman will choose to torture herself with option #1. They will pity her and try relentlessly, however unsuccessfully, to intervene, and force other men on her (option #2), which only makes her situation worse – Not only can she not be at peace (or as close as humanly possible to peace – for a woman in such a heart-wrenching predicament) mourning her lost love, but she has to deal with unwanted and certainly unsolicited advances of unwanted men, who will never stand a chance. More unfortunately, for the woman, that just makes her more desirable. They love the chase and also unfortunately for the woman, no chase is more challenging than a woman who has her heart set on a man who is punishing her for fucking up.
*** I’m just so sorry it took me so long to realize ***
* * * * *
There is only one Amad-Jamal Washington. It has taken the greater portion of my life to realize that and after watching the last doppelganger, who was him will a full beard, ride off on the Red Line, while I stood, helplessly, on the platform, I wanted to die.
And this shadowy underground tomb housing the dry bones of an industry in which I had only reached the thresh-hold, but never cracked the ceiling seemed to be the perfect backdrop for my final curtain call.
I heard a train rumbling in the distance and a voice that seemed to emanate from the only other person in the station impassively and unabashedly taunted me, “Do It!”
The voice urged me on in a voice that seemed loud enough to echo in my ear, although it was only a whisper.
That was all it took.
The next thing I knew, I was in a fetal position on the tracks anxiously anticipating the dramatic conclusion to an, arguably, even MORE DRAMATIC Musical Stage-play that I, with much sentiment, called my life.
However, “We Plan and Allah Plans; Surely Allah is The BEST OF PLANNERS.”
Apparently, He Had Other Plans for me, because not only did the train not hit and kill me, it rolled over my head, as if I wasn’t even there!
(*Ha! You thought I was going to post Mary Wells, huh? 😉 )
I met my Soulmate, Amad-Jamal Washington, in September of 19 and 79. I was eight (8) years old and he was nine (9) years old.
This was the same month the first commercial rap record, “Rapper’s Delight” was released. I loved it instantly. I used to tell my big cousins, “Play the record with the rainbow on it again!”
I didn’t know it then, but I fell in love with both, Hip-Hop and my Honey at the same time.
The first time I saw my Honey was on the playground before school started. It was a new school for me and my Sister and I had just noticed him when someone blew a whistle and all the children “froze”. So I froze too. I thought that was so fun. 😛 We didn’t do anything like that at West Angeles Christian Academy.
Imagine my surprise when we got in the classroom, and he passed me one of those “I like you…” notes. I didn’t even realize he was the Brother who sent me that note until last year. But I must’ve said “Yes” because we were inseparable after that.
We would be in chapel, standing in a circle and, of course we were by each other and he could rub his feet on the carpet and shock the hell out of me. I used to get soooo frustrated because I couldn’t do it! But there’s been electricity between us ever since.
So, our school went on a camping trip to Blue Jay up in the mountains. I was surprised my mom let us go.
As usual, we were inseparable.
Since being in therapy, I’ve learned the terminology for some of my behavior – “Isolate”. I love to isolate. They act like you’re not supposed to. But they are a part of the devil’s world. Allah (God) Told Me To “Come, out of her!” (Revelation 18:4) So, the devils call it isolating and make it seem like there’s something wrong when you follow Divine Instruction.
So, me and my Honey have always isolated ourselves from when we first met.
So, he found a spot for us and we’re hip-hop, so I’m almost positive it was behind the stairs (I know it wasn’t on the roof 😉 and everybody was looking for us.
I’m sure it was I who moved (I’ve since learned, very well, Honey, how not to be found when I isolate) and one of our female classmates heard. They fell on us like a pack of hungry wolves – Ripped US FROM EACH OTHER’S ARMS and we were never the same.
I cry every time I think about it. I almost made it this time. So, I guess I’m getting over it. Especially since now I know he still loves me.
* * * * *
Here’s Mary Wells for you, and if you notice, her backup singers are The Temptations. There were only four.
Here’s an example of my being torn sometimes. I love to sing. But I love Allah and Islam (My Hubby/Black People) more. This is an example of the tearing.
I went to buy a sewing machine. Most seamstresses know the two most famous brands are “BROTHER” and “SINGER”.
I BOUGHT A “BROTHER”. I feel like music can be a distraction. If you notice, Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) did not have choirs at The Temple.
At the Salaam Restaurant, there would be Jazz musicians though, so I haven’t completely given up on music, but it has to be with my Honey (“Brother“) 😉
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Queens!!!
As promised, I am making plans to bring Homemaking For The Blackwoman.com LIVE!!! to a city near you, next Spring (2016), In Sha Allah (If it is the Will of Allah).
Here is the Itinerary:
Friday Night (8-10) – Screening of The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) 1974 Saviour’s Day Lecture. This was Our Beloved Messenger’s (PBUH) Last Speech and ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY, if you plan to attend the other two classes.
If you can’t wait until “the ice melts” to view this powerful lecture you can view it here.
Saturday – “How To Eat To Live” Class (8-3) – There will be live demonstrations on the proper preparation of *Supreme Bean Pie *Supreme Bean Soup and *Honey Whole-Wheat Bread.
(Printouts of the recipes will be available for you to take home, In sha Allah)
Sunday – “How To Sew” Class (2-4) – We will be making the traditional headpiece, designed by Our Saviour Allah (God) for the Black Woman of America.
*YOU MUST BRING YOUR OWN SEWING MACHINE IN ORDER TO BE ADMITTED TO CLASS
There are eight (8) months until Spring, Sisters. Here is a link to where and why you should purchase online.
Tentative List of Cities and Dates
Atlanta, GA – March 25-27
Louisville, KY – April 1-3
New Orleans, LA – April 8-10
Las Vegas, NV – April 15-17
Chicago, IL – May 20-22
Denver, CO -May 27-29
Oakland, CA – June 3-5
Harlem, NY – June 10-12
And of course we’ll wrap at headquarters for HomemakingfortheBlackwoman.com
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA – June 17-19
ALL EVENTS ARE STRICTLY FOR THE BLACKWOMAN WHO IS UP FROM SLAVERY IN AMERICA (AGES 0-1000) AND ALL EVENTS ARE FREE!!! FREE!!! FREE!!!
Hotel accommodations are forthcoming.
(If you know of any Black-owned hotels, venues & businesses in these cities, please leave a comment. No one will see it but me.)
Make sure you are following HomemakingForTheBlackwoman.com to stay up to date with information as it arrives.
Spread the Word and See You Next Spring! (If you’re not scared 😛 )
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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters, Ahem, Brothers, please pass this one on to the wife and daughter, sister &c. and you read this
CHRISTIANITY…)
Dearly Beloved Sisters, in the day and time that we are living, we must do our utmost to save a nickel wherever we can. It is also good to reduce the material waste wherever we can. This white race of people is in a hurry to do as much damage to the earth and its inhabitants in the short time they were given, which was up in 1914, as they can.
Thus, you find “fast-food” and disposable products being manufactured and sold to the public like never before in history. Plastics are used for everything and other products which are not biodegradable are being used in record numbers. This is unhealthy for the users, the manufacturers and the earth.
Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Has Power Over Everything, of course. But it is foolish to continue in this way, when there is clearly a better one.
A while back, I was running low on sanitary napkins and Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever Reminded Me that I can make my own. I had seen and heard of reusable sanitary pads for a few years, but had never made any until necessity made it a necessity. 😛 Of course, you should NEVER use tampons. Here’s why.
However, usually when I had to wash out the sanitary napkins, I also inevitably had to wash out the panties too. So, I thought, “Why not just put the pad in the panties?” Almost no sooner had I thought of the idea, than I saw an ad for disposable “period panties.”
I thought “leave it to the devil, to take my good idea and corrupt it.” But anyway, I am finally in a position wherein I am able to sew again, so I made a few pairs of these:
They were remarkably easy to make. I just made the pad like I always have, laid out a pair of my panties in the shape I wanted these to be (kind of a cross between “granny” and bikini”) Also, I used black fabric which can be difficult to tell if they are completely clean or not, so when I wash them, I just make sure when I rinse them, the water comes out clear. Also, I wash them out immediately. Then I just laid out the fabric underneath, pinned it, cut it out, laid the pad in the crotch, sewed a black covering over it, connected the sides and then hemmed it. Piece of cake! 😉
Sorry, Brothers, I’m not modeling them. You are not even supposed to see the picture! What are you doing on my blog? Read this 🥰
I apologize for the missing photograph. WordPress is janky.
“Armageddon is the final war of Judgment and separation of the righteous from the wicked, of which I am sent to teach…
“This is a question that is asked the mentally dead of my people in America, the so-called Negroes. This question is to show the answerer that he fully agrees that the Sun, Moon and Star will survive the Cross, or the flag of America known as the Stars and Stripes. Everyone who is asked this question answers that the Crescent will survive America’s flag and the emblem of Christianity, which is the Cross. A fool knows that the sun, moon and stars will survive any nation.
“Then comes the next question. Since you believe that the Crescent will survive, why not accept Islam and the flag and Crescent emblem which represents the Sun, Moon and the Stars?”
Lately, I’ve noticed that my conversations have been primarily about this War between America and Islam – ARMAGEDDON.
They will not tell you that that’s what it really is. They will tell you that they are fighting “Terrorists“. So they call it the War on Terror.
But let us take a closer look at these “terrorists” and see what they all have in common.
1. The Taliban
2. Al Qaida
3. The Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS)
4. The Islamic State in Iraq and the Levant (ISIL)
5. The “Lone Wolves“
They are all Muslims. But America will not admit that. You will have to put two and two together for yourself.
It is a War against ISLAM/MUSLIMS. No matter what they call it. The bottom line is they are all Muslims.
Armageddon is the Final War. It is a Holy War that will reestablish peace on our Earth because it will remove the peace-breakers – Christians – from our planet once and for all.
Armageddon is the War wherein Truth battles falsehood and falsehood battles Truth.
Islam is The Truth. Everything else is falsehood. We are living in the Day and Time when the veil of falsehood MUST be removed and the Truth made known.
Allah (God) is bringing about an end to the people worshiping Him in any manner they choose.
Allah (God) Gave Us A Way Of Life (Islam) when He Created us and Taught us how He Wants us to worship Him.
Christianity has so poisoned the so-called American Negroes that we are like a dead man. Mentally without life. And, it is like trying to raise a man from the dead to awaken the spiritually and mentally dead so-called American Negroes.
We have been made blind, deaf and dumb and mentally DEAD to The Knowledge of our own selves – all because of the devil’s slave-making religion of Christianity.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever, said, “If Christianity was put in a wet rag and wrung out, every drop would spell SLAVERY.” He said, the Bible, in its present form is “a poison book” and the Christian church is “the graveyard of our people” which is why they have a cross on top.
He also taught us that “the greatest hindrance to the salvation of the so-called American Negroes is the preacher of Christianity” who will not accept the Truth nor is he content to see anyone else accept the Truth of his or her own salvation.
Christianity has been the tool the slave-makers used to make and keep us enslaved. Upon acceptance of our True Religion – ISLAM – the person is freed from bondage “in the blink of an eye.“
The Flag on the right (above) is THE UNIVERSAL FLAG OF ISLAM – THE SUN, MOON AND STAR. The red background symbolizes the Sun which shines on us freely. The “F” in our Flag stands for FREEDOM.
The Star and Crescent are both in the Sun. We only have one Star in our Flag which represents ALL of the Stars in the Universe. The Star Symbolizes JUSTICE. If you notice, when a person is qualified to enforce the Law of the land, they wear a Star. The “J” in our Flag stands for JUSTICE.
The Moon symbolizes EQUALITY because it was a part of the Earth at one time, therefore it is EQUAL with the Earth. The Moon is also a symbol of the Black Nation in the Wilderness of North America because although we were stolen from our land and people we are still equal with the civilized people of the Earth. The “E” in our Flag stands for EQUALITY.
All three – Freedom, Justice and Equality – a person immediately receives upon his or her acceptance of ISLAM, which is what the “I” stands for in our Flag.
Under the “Stars and Stripes” AND the “Stars and Bars” (Confederate Flag)
all we ever received was SLAVERY, SUFFERING AND DEATH. Don’t call it “Ol’ Glory.” It’s “OL’ HELL” to you and me.
Thankfully, there is no way in Hell the Stars and Stripes, Stars and Bars or any flag representing the white devils will ever survive The Universal Flag of Islam – The SUN, MOON AND STAR.
The Sun, Moon and Star were here trillions of years before the making of white Christian race (America/Cross/Stars&Stripes) and they will be here forever.
Can you say the same for America (Stars & Stripes?)
“That it is a crime, or that these words (which one — meaning the American flag or the Islamic flag — will survive the War of Armageddon, or Holy War, or the war to end wars) are considered a crime or a teaching to incite insurrection or revolution to take America by force, cannot be proven to be truth by anyone who may read this or may have attended one of our meetings.”
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So, I was reading the “Resurrection” – Tupac book. I used to have the video but, as is always the case, the book is much better than the movie.
He said, he had 3 minutes of peace right after he was born. Then he said, “After that, it was on.“
Of course, he grew up poor with a highly conscious and politically active mother who instilled the same love for Black People that she possessed, in her children.
When he became a teen, he started performing, as a back-up dancer, with Digital Underground (whom I still can’t stand btw) and who never had a hit (platinum) record until they granted 2pac his classic “16 bars.”
So, he’s enjoying a modicum of success that came as a direct result of his AFROCENTRIC “Rebel-utionary” persona, until some devil police officers in Oakland, California, chose to make him their “nigger-to-fuck-with-for-the-moment.”
Pac had jaywalked across the street, on his way to the bank, when the devil pigs stopped and demanded his I.D.
Now, people like Tupac will never be afraid of the police like most people, especially when they possess money. They figure, “The worst they can do is give me a ticket. I’ll pay it and go on doing whatever the fuck I want to. Fuck the police!”
But this is America. And, devils already have a superiority complex, so when they confront this particularly self-conscious (and I mean self-conscious in a good way. Think “KNOWLEDGE OF SELF“–CONSCIOUS) type of Black person, they take it personally. They feel like it’s their patriotic duty as a good Christian American to put the above-mentioned Nigger back in his or her (but especially his) place.
So, after they had satisfied their innate tendency to make mockery of Tupac Amaru Shakur’s name, Pac said something like, “Shit, I’m in Digital Underground, Can I please have my ticket so I can go about my business?”
Pac’s complete lack of obseqiousness nearly drove the pigs to their wits’ end. They responded by restraining him and choking him to the point of unconsciousness, but not before they had him on the ground and beat his head to a pulp against the pavement.
He regained his consciousness by way of big black police boots kicking him in the stomach and the voices of devil police officers demanding that he get up.
Later, he would go on to reflect that he had “never had a record until he made a record…”
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The biggest threat to America is an educated, wide-awake, successful Blackman, who can still relate to and socialize with the masses of his own people who are still in the mud. 2pac had platinum records but still could cameo at a party in the hood.
The first time I saw him was at a pool party in LaDera Heights (a very affluent Black neighborhood in L.A.).
Forsooth, I never really paid too much attention to Pac until he died and I saw how distraught everybody was.
I mean, I did shed one tear when I heard the news, but it was more out of symbolism and respect than sincere emotion.
Anyway, his bitch-ass was sitting in the driver seat of a VW bug (it was either yellow or baby-blue or some other gay-ass color) but it was packed with his homies.
So, I spotted him, me – also in the driver seat of my car (I think it was my Cadillac) and equally packed with my homies.
So, I rolled up and asked him if he was there because of the pool party we were just leaving.
He just stared at me as if I hadn’t even spoken.
I was dumbstruck. NOBODY treats me like that. I mean, nobody has ~ before or since. I was LIVID! (Hence, the reason for my colloquialism at the beginning of this story. 😉 I Still Love You, Pac!)
But what could I do, but try and regain some of my dignity and peel-out.
“EAT MY DUST, NUCCA!”
I still can’t believe it. I can understand though because I just did the same thing about an hour ago. I do it all the time. Pac is only three (3) days older than I am, so of course we are a lot alike.
Sometimes, I just don’t feel like being bothered. “Can ya feel me?” 😉
So, here’s this extremely intelligent Brother with his finger on the pulse of the Black community, wide-awake to the insufferable conditions we were put in by our heartless slavemasters, and he’s brilliantly and articulately, entertaining and educating, shining a light on their murderous deeds for the whole world to bear witness to, much to the chagrin of our slavemasters.
Now, as I previously wrote, Pac was raised by the caliber of Blackwoman, whom I only know one other Blackman to be so privileged – Hakim Rahman Allah.
You can tell, by just their names, that these are not your average, ordinary, everyday so-called Negroes.
So, Pac was definitely a rare breed, but more importantly, he could not help but grow up with an intense love, respect, honor and admiration for Blackwomen.
He understood our duality, having been raised in an environment inhabited by pimps and prostitutes and their virulency. But, he balanced it with his firsthand experience of a conscious Black mother’s love and the close bond with his Sister.
People often did and still do misinterpret his enigmatic relationship with women because of the seemingly contradictory nature of his songs, i.e. “Keep Ya Head Up” on the same record with “I Get Around”.
But most people who have analyzed Blackwomen understand that this is the situation that was forced upon us by our collective history of slavery in America.
The Blackwoman has not been afforded the luxury of innocence. She has not been afforded the luxury of a husband she could call her own. The man who should have been hers, was not even his own. He was the property of the devil caucasian christian slavemaster, who could and would come in her (their) house and rape her – in front of her husband, who had been made too afraid of the slavemaster to help her – whenever he wanted.
This is still going on and has been going on for centuries here in the so-called Christian country of the United States of America.
It is very easy to understand why the american Blackwoman, who was reared by these devils, has so little shame when it comes to her body.
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So,clearly realizing Pac’s potential, the government of white Christian America set out to silence him. And what better tool than the Blackwoman?
We all know the result, but personally, after studying him as well as working for the woman who not only produced his videos, but was very good friends with him, I know our poor Brother was set up.
He loved Blackwomen too much to take something so precious from one of us. He understood us and he wouldn’t rape anybody.
Furthermore, the Sister gave him a massage!!!
She knew he would go to sleep. Then he wakes up and she’s crying Rape?!?!
Have you ever heard anybody cry rape?
PLEASE leave a comment and correct me if I’m wrong, Because I really wanna know. But I personally know THREE women who have been raped (date raped) and you just don’t do it. It’s embarrassing. None of them even pressed charges.
This Sister was a paid agent of the F.B.I. (think COINTELPRO), who was out to silence the most prolific, influential and outspoken man in America, probably the world.
And they succeeded (for a time).
Pac said he couldn’t go to parties anymore, didn’t trust anybody, was paranoid and contemplated suicide.
But Balls of Firelike 2pac, just don’t extinguish like most people.
He began to realize the Power and Authority that he held over the Black Nation and devised the best formula he could with his limited knowledge.
Unfortunately, what he didn’t realize is that our problem requires a DIVINE SOLUTION.
No mere mortal can formulate a plan that will be successful in PERMANENTLY solving the ONE problem of the so-called American Negroes – our Devil Caucasian slavemasters.
Ask Noble Drew Ali. Ask Marcus Garvey. Ask Martin Luther King. Ask Malcolm X. Ask Huey Newton. Ask Jesse Jackson. Ask Al Sharpton. Ask Barack Obama. Ask Farrakhan.
NONE of these men were nor will they EVER be successful without Divine Help from Allah (God), Our Saviour and Redeemer, in the Divine Person of Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. Our only salvation is in The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of His Messenger to us, The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him.)
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Sisters, you may as well resign yourself to the Actual Fact that we’re ALWAYS going to be looked upon as sex objects by men.
White devil women, our open enemies, have us thinking there’s something wrong with that! Hell, that’s what we were CREATED for!
HELPMATES!
Sure, we do other stuff (housework), but our number one priority is is comforting our husband and that means lovemaking and Tender Loving Care, which equates to sex.
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with sex – in its proper place – within the confines of marriage ties. Unfortunately, that is where current society has gone astray, but that does not detract from the initial attraction which is usually purely physical.
When men are alone, with no women, all they talk about are women.
So, stop competing with them – trying to prove you’re equal. Stop it! You are NOT their equal. Women are the WEAKER sex – physically, mentally, intellectually, spiritually and any other “ally” you can think of.
We were CREATED BY THEM. The creation is not the equal of the Creator! And, the sooner we realize and accept that as an actual fact, the sooner we can get to the work of rebuilding our families, our communities, OUR NATION.
EMBRACE YOUR FEMININITY and tell the devil Caucasian woman, she can take her Women’s Lib B.S. and stick it back up her flat ass where it came from.
As for me, I’m going to be perfectly happy and comfortable in my role as the Blackman’s Helpmate. I view it as an honor and a blessing to be a Blackwoman charged with such a noble responsibility. I shall take pleasure in laundering, ironing and mending my husband’s clothes, keeping the dust off the furniture in the home he provides for our family, preparing his meals, rearing his children and keeping him happy so that he feels good to go out and provide us with the necessities of life. This is the proper balance of life – with both of us fulfilling our natural roles.
Knowledge of Self is empowering but more importantly, it is FREEDOM.
Sisters, Let’s Let Our Men Be Men, and go back in the home where we belong. The men you work with every day, when they see you, all they think about is indecencies. Don’t give them the satisfaction. Save that privilege for your husband.
Be one man‘s sex object and BE HAPPY at it. He is. That’s what you were Created for!
“In the fifties, a woman’s achievement was evaluated by the man she married
and her social grace….”
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful & Beloved Black Wives
of the Rulers of the Planet Earth!
الحَمْد لله
Beloved Sisters, the devil Caucasian slavemasters did not civilize us – their slaves – into the arts and sciences of cultured and civilized society. On the contrary, they made it a criminal offense, punishable with imprisonment or death, for teaching one of us – their servitude slaves – how to READ!!! Much less, how to act amongst the civilized people of the earth.
No, they would much rather amuse themselves by wagering one against the other, to determine whose slave would humiliate himself by drinking himself into a stupor before the others.
No, they did nothing in the way of teaching their slaves how to be decent and intelligent human beings. Rather, they commercialized on the destruction of our families, by wrenching the newborn baby, from his poor mother’s arms, only to sell him to the highest bidder.
The skunks of the Planet Earth did not deem it necessary to educate their slaves into the proper way to act to make us fit for acceptance amongst our own people nor any other people of the Planet Earth for that matter. They kept and still keep us ignorant to the Knowledge of our own selves, and forced, beat, whipped and chained the Head of our Households, the Backbone of our Families, Our Protectors and Providers, onto the AUCTION BLOCK, whenever he (the slavemaster) fancied, to be sold into the deep South, where our poor Blackman’s cherished family had no hope of ever seeing their beloved Son, Brother, Husband and Father again.
And, Allah forbid the slavemaster die! Why then WHOLE FAMILIES would be separated from each other and divided amongst the slavemaster’s surviving family members according to the stipulations outlined in his will!!!
In short, it is not without merit to conclude that neither our slavemasters nor their children, under whose oppressive regime we still slave today, had, have, nor will they ever have the decency and intelligence to properly civilize their loyal slaves.
But الحَمْد لله, Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, taught us through His Messenger, The Most Honourable And Humble Elijah Muhammad, (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) the value and importance of doing something for ourselves. WE MUST QUALIFY OURSELVES FOR THE RULE OF THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE.
Beloved Black Sisters and Brothers, Do Not Ever Think You Will EVER See Examples of CULTURED, REFINED and CIVILIZED SOCIETY On Television Or In The Movies.
I REPEAT, DO NOT EVER THINK YOU WILL EVER SEE EXAMPLES OF CULTURED, REFINED, CIVILIZED SOCIETIES ON TELEVISION OR IN THE MOVIES!!!!!!!!
Not even the President of the United States and his family accurately represent the High Society Allah (God) Has vouchsafed for us – His Chosen People – The So-Called American Negroes.
And, you definitely will not see any type of entertainer nor nouveau riche technology tycoon demonstrating such high culture.
Barrack Obama or any POTUS is merely the façade behind whom the real devil decision-makers veil their evil and deceitful dealings. Barry is just the mouthpiece for the devil slavemaster capitalists whom you will never see. They are always is back boardrooms, behind closed doors, determining the fate of the 85 per cent and figuring out how they can make the most money off of us.
However, when they are not in the boardrooms, they are out with their wives socializing at each other homes and other events out on the town. This is the societal life which is never seen by the plebeian, however, as the Rulers of the New World Order, this luxe quality of life is exemplary of the style in which Our Saviour Allah, wants us to become acquainted and well-versed.
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Beloved Sisters, there was a time, not so long ago, when all of the people of the planet earth practiced proper civilized behaviour. However, over the past six decades, morals and values have deteriorated to the unfortunate state of debauchery into which my generation (X) was thrust (born into).
The 1950s was the last decade to witness and enjoy a cultured and civilized society among the general populace.
* Nuclear Families Prevailed
* Suits, hats and gloves were every day attire
* Swearing was relegated to groups of adult men only – never to be heard in the presence of women and children.
* Intimacy was reserved for married couples and never ventured out of the privacy of their bedrooms.
We, Black People (who are my only concern), have deviated so far off from the path of civilized, refined behaviour that the proponent of a return to such a decent and intelligent way of life is derided and looked upon as a crazy person.
Nevertheless, With the Help of Allah (God), it can and shall be done, إن شاء الله
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“Look the Part; Be the Part!”
There are many things we must do to qualify ourselves for the rule.
* First and foremost, READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA. Click here to read now.
* Secondly, READ HOW TO EAT TO LIVE. Click here to read now.
* Thirdly, STUDY, STUDY, STUDY any and EVERYTHING you can get your hands on by Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). YouTube is a good resource. However, I MUST WARN YOU – Do Not Read books or listen to people talk ABOUTThe Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH)!!!
READ AND LISTEN TO WHAT HE HAD TO SAY and then YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN INFORMED OPINION BASED ON HIS OWN DIVINE SUPREME WISDOM TEACHINGS AND NOT ON LIES AND PROPAGANDA DEVISED BY HIS, YOUR AND MY ENEMIES, FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF VILIFYING HIM SO THAT YOU WILL REJECT HIS TEACHINGS AND THUS REJECT YOUR OWN SALVATION.
Now Sisters, while you’re in the process of attaining Knowledge of Self and educating, uplifting and nourishing your INTERNAL SELF (mental/spiritual), we must also actively work toward the improvement of our OUTWARD SELF (appearance). And, be the paradigm of decent and intelligent women, destined to shine as guides for the rest of the women on the Earth.
I have already written a basic guideline highlighting the basics of decent and acceptable fashion for the modest and wholesome woman, whom we are by nature. Click here. However, as members of the Upper Echelon of High Society we must maintain wardrobes that reflect the rich and luxurious, RIGHTEOUS lifestyle, Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Has destined for us.
Generally, when it comes to Fashion, there are two determining factors to consider when choosing what or what not to wear.
I. OCCASION
II. TIME OF DAY
*Disclaimer* For the sake of familiarity, I have retained the use of the word “cocktail” although in The New World Order, there will be a complete cessation of the consumption of alcoholic beverages. Furthermore, as a knower of what we can expect in the future, I have no reservations about the wearing of animal skins (fur). They (animals) were put here for us to both wear their skins and also to partake of as food (fish).
Pay no attention to the babies’ (Caucasian devils’) affected concern for endangered species. (They say the same about us ) Our animals have been on our planet since before the devils were even made. And, they will be here after the devils are destroyed.
As I was saying… A typical evening out begins at 5 with a “Cocktail” Party. Then there are three different classes of events.
* THE BIG DINNER AT A PRIVATE HOME
* AN OPENING OR GALA THEATRE
* BENEFIT BALLS AND BIG DANCES
“Cocktail” Party Attire
Typically, “Cocktail” dresses are short, but in The New World, the decent and intelligent refined woman of class and culture always wears ankle-length dresses and skirts that completely cover the legs.
Her outerwear matches the dress. The hair is completely covered by a matching headpiece and appropriate “cocktail” gloves complete her ensemble.
* A note about earrings
The other night, my roommate was watching a show about an affluent Black family, when the wife had a reflective moment where she sat down at her vanity, pondering her current drama, while gazing in the mirror at her beautiful reflection. She then, thoughtfully and pensively began removing her opulent jewelry.
I’ve seen this scene play out numerous times in different dramas, never with a Black actress I might add however, but when this Sister removed her earrings she had to use BOTH HANDS!!!!!! I was floored! This scene was completely foreign to me and contrary to every law of jewelry removal according to every flick I had ever seen. So utterly and completely WRONG!
EVERY single woman I had previously seen remove her ear ornamentation, merely put her hand to her lower ear, grasped the ring and simply pulled it off! We’ve all seen it. The femme fatale, demurely pulls off a clip-on before putting the phone to her ear, without a second thought.
Now, this Sister, using TWO HANDS, and I had an epiphany. Civilized women don’t pierce their ears! I’m sorry, Khemetists, you can cite the Ancient Egyptians and disagree but I maintain that it’s self-mutilation – like tattoos.
I know some of you may not like to hear (read) this, but speaking from the point of view of someone who has both (piercings and tattoos), I can say with authority that they are both forms of self mutilation. If you knew better, you would do better!
We MUST abandon these current (and ancient) trends that stifle our progress, no matter how popular they are amongst lay people, and rise to a higher standard of living. Be strong, Sisters! We Are Trailblazers. Be forewarned, there is going to be much opposition, especially from our children.
I vividly remember, BEGGING my mother to allow me to get my ears pierced. She didn’t want to, but importunate persistence from a precocious eight-year-old can triturate even the most formidable of adversaries. Be FIRM. Decency is laughed at and mocked in this day and time we live in. Be Teflon, Sisters….. Impervious Steel Teflon! And don’t pierce your or your daughters’ ears! (If you haven’t already)
Okay, back to the “Cocktail” Party….. My research shows that brooches worn on the left are suitable for “cocktail” parties and I’ve always loved brooches. (Think late eighties paisley 😉 ) But up until just now, I was thinking “Cameos” and I thought wouldn’t it be lovely to wear a Cameo with the image of a Blackwoman instead of those horrid caveys? So, I Googled it and only found these. Here’s an Idea for one of you enterprising D.I.Y.ers, manufacture brooches with images of beautiful historical Blackwomen! I smell a resurgence! 🙂
My Personal Favorite
I recently met a Sister who makes jewelry and she happened to sell the above Blackwoman cameo.
You dress should be complemented by a small-fabric covered handbag with matching pumps in suede or fabric dyed to match your dress.
And, I might add here, Sisters – I just Googled the above and was mortified by the selection. Today’s fashion is so trashy. But All Praise is due to Allah for YouTube. It’s easy to make your own handbag and shoes too. Keep Hope Alive! 😛
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BIG DINNER AT A PRIVATE HOME
I can’t WAIT for my husband and I to host our first formal dinner – the professionally French trained executive chef! We’re an old-fashioned couple, so this type of evening suits us perfectly. We revel in the lost art and science of entertaining, emphasizing chivalry, modesty, and demurity. We are most comfortable in formal/upscale attire and settings. And, good-natured, clean, wholesome fun is our forte. Big Dinners at our Private Home are sure to be memorable extravaganzas which will leave guests talking for months. Look for your invite!
Here’s what to wear: *M.G.T. Garments with pants-skirts or ankle-length maxi dresses complemented by a matching small fur capelet in ermine
or pale mink
When it comes to table etiquette, Sisters, always take your cues from your hostess. Here is a link to a video that will give you a better idea of proper decorum at a formal Dinner.
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OPENINGS AND GALA THEATRE
Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah forever be upon him) Taught Us That, “WE MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF!”
Well, I’m extremely happy to report that we are doing it! Finally, Black People are waking up and becoming business-minded and taking their destiny into their own hands, instead of willingly putting their and their families lives into the avaricious hands of the devil Caucasian slavemasters.
This means, Opening Celebrations! Restaurant Grand Openings, CD Release Listening Parties, Art Gallery Exhibitions, Movie Premieres, Operas and Orchestral Performances as well as Broadway Theatre Openings. All of these events open with Red Carpet regalia and we must be dressed in show-stopping garments when in attendance.
The rules are generally the same as for the Big Dinner at a private home with one exception: substitute the capelet, in favor of a long fur chinchilla
or a full-length cashmere
or alpaca wool with a satin lining.
*F.Y.I.*
Here is a list of furs you might want to tuck into your hubby’s sportcoat 😉 or just pick the one you like best. My hubby knows what I like better than I do. I’m just lucky I guess. 😉
Persian Lamb
Russian Broadtail
Beaver
Snow Leopard
Sealskin
(Love this!!)
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CHARITY BENEFIT BALL AND BIG DANCES
Undoubtedly, there are going to be organizations holding fundraisers for noble causes and what better occasion to get all dolled up and beautiful while on the arm of the most handsome and powerful Supreme Beings in the Universe – Our Husbands – The Asiatic Blackman.
For these events and other Big Party Celebrations always wear full-length garments in any “after 5” fabric.
Brocade
Velvet
Satin
Taffeta
Faille
Sisters, keep in mind that all this is for the upliftment of our husbands, without whom none of this would be possible. If you look back to the time when people were more civilized, decent and intelligent, women were only known by their husbands’ names. Mrs. Amad-Jamal, et al. Not only did we not keep our maiden names (as is the trend nowadays, Come on Jada, Be Jada Smith!) and take our husband’s last name – WE ALSO TOOK HIS FIRST NAME! Which is why I, proudly go by Mrs. Amad-Jamal.
We understood and embraced our role as “HELPMATES” and did not seek any personal recognition. We were and should still be happy to give our husbands’ the honor and respect they so rightfully deserve as the Gods of the Universe. Our joy and happiness comes in knowing that everything they do, they do for us.
*Note*
Silk is NEVER to be worn during the day, and our daughters must be at least eighteen (18) to wear black – with the exception of black velvet.
(I had a black velvet dress as a young girl that I will never forget. It had a lace peter pan collar and puffed cap sleeves and I absolutely adored wearing it. It was gorge! 😉 I felt so glamorous. Every little girl should have at least one.)
Pair up your garment with a matching fur stole or ephemeral chiffon or tulle wrap
and white or pale suede, glacé kid or doeskin gloves.
Loose-fitting sheath ball dress of pale chiffon or satin brocade with a single back panel hanging like a train. Something like this but not so tight and with both sleeves.
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ACCESSORIES
From Lunch to “Cocktails”, pearls are appropriate. I’m sure you remember those happy homemakers baking chocolate chip cookies while wearing a dress, an apron and a string of pearls. 😉 That’s us.
However, for Dinner, DIAMONDS ARE A MUST!
A word of caution, Ladies, Diamonds are only to be worn by women OVER 30! Women under thirty may only wear diamond engagement rings. Other than that women must be at least 30 to wear the most damage-resistant and longest lasting element in the Universe.
For these privileged women, Diamond chokers, diamond pendants, diamond CLIP earrings, heavy diamond bracelets and even diamond tiaras are all heavily praised and admired at nighttime social gatherings.
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GLOVES
In Islam, we are instructed to always wear gloves when we go out among the public. Gloves, as well as clothes, shoes, and headpieces are much more than fashion statements. They protect us from filth, sickness and disease that can result as a part of just being out in the elements among the public. Our outfits are not complete without a pair of gloves.
I can bear witness to the sanitation benefits of always wearing gloves. Once I walked into a pharmacy, wherein the pharmacist was lecturing his employees on the importance of employing gloves to prevent the spread of sickness and disease.
Gloves must always be worn on basic errands or excursions into town. Our social engagements are not limited to evenings out with the hubbies. We also have women’s events that are required to boost the ties of Sisterhood and strengthen our Black families and community.
Here is a desultory list of concourse events that we should attend.
*Weddings
*Sunday Lunches al fresco
*Ladies Club & Restaurant Luncheons
*Afternoon Tea
*Shopping
*City Weekends / Country Weekends
*Daylight Dining
*Garden Parties
*Mornings In Town
*Horse Shows
*Tennis Matches
*Polo Races
Canasta
*Dominoes 😉
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GLOVES
Here is a list of must-have gloves.
*kid or suede
*one-button
*slightly cuffed or slit at the wrists
FOR SUMMER
– short white gloves
– hand-stitched white pique linen, soft cotton or nylon jersey knit
– white capeskin for cooler days
(capeskin is a leather made from South African sheepskin)
FOR FALL
Natural peccary skin
Call me unobservant, Sisters, but I hardly looked at the picture next to these gloves. But I just learned that that is a PIG!
I should have know this society (white devil Caucasian) praises the filthy poison animal as there it were a god. They have several hundred foods with the poison swine or its byproducts under different names. We must be careful at all times. They slip it into everything, just to make us disobey the Divine Law of Allah (God) as they were made to do.
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER wear any type of skin belonging to the filthy poison pig/hog/swine family. Never use any type of product derived from these animals either (boar’s hair brushes for example.)
The hog is 1000 per cent poison and the Bible tells us not to even TOUCH its carcasses.
I emphatically apologize and implore you to purchase gloves using one of the many, many other animal or synthetic skins available.
or crocheted string and leather to be worn with tweed outfits.
HANDBAGS
“Town” bags – small, leather bag always carried on the wrist,
held with bent arm near the hip as ornamentation.
Country weekends require a larger shoulder-strap bag or large tote
SHOES
As a general rule
DAYWEAR – MATCH SHOES WITH HANDBAG
EVENING – MATCH SHOES WITH DRESS FABRIC
But with sleeves……..
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FOUNDATION GARMENTS
In order for our combinations to have the perfect fit and finish, we must begin with the proper foundation garments.
waist-liners
girdles
and brassiers (bras)
Nightgowns, slips and petticoats are considered as lingerie.
With pants-skirts, we should always wear a foundation of pettipants.
STOCKINGS
Always wear flesh-coloured stockings. Stockings are generally classified according to their denier and gauge, which indicates sheerness.
Lighter weight and tone are prevalent for evening wear.
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Beloved and Beautiful Sisters, I realize that this was a rather lengthy entry, but appearance is crucial as it leaves a lasting impression that is very hard to alter once imprinted.
The garments that we are to wear for such auspicious occasions can be very costly (upwards of $2,500) if purchased Haute Couture (made to order). Naturally, our husbands will purchase it out of love for us, In Sha Allah (If it pleases Allah), but we are charged with the Divine Duty of being HELPMATES to our husbands – and not burdens.
I have written enough times to make you nauseous, on the import of knowing how to sew our own garments. With the Help of Allah and YouTube, anything you can conceive, you can achieve.
#1 – PURCHASE A SEWING MACHINE (If you haven’t already)
#2 Peruse magazines (or as we fashionistas refer to them “books“), Pinterest, Instagram, pattern books and wherever else you can find images of beautiful garments and settle on the BEST part.
Design clothes that you like, will flatter you and MAKE YOUR HUSBAND PROUD and then CREATE THEM!
We are GODDESSES, Sisters, endowed with the Supreme Ability and Power of CREATION. All we have to do is say “Be!” and it is.
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