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As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Planet
Yesterday De La Soul had a show. I didn’t go because their opening act was a devil. Or the dj or whatever. I hope it wasn’t the dj. Prince Paul was dope. But that b.s. in the beginning of this video is not cool. Maybe I just don’t get it. Hopefully. He let me (or rather, my employee 😉 ) interview him for my show though. Thanks P. 🙂 btw It’s not the same old water anymore…..
Anyway, I didn’t go. Devils are trying their best to get us to go to hell with them. And they are using any means at their disposal to do it.
We like hip-hop, so they use hip-hop artists to draw us in and get us to be among them. They want us to think it’s okay, even though this is The Great Day of Separation. I know the game. And I’m telling you, don’t get caught up in their hype. They are Devils and they are evil. STAY AWAY FROM THEM AT ALL COSTS.
Their time is up and they know it. But they were put here to deceive us. Read the Revelation [Bible] wherein they are described as “THE ARCHDECEIVERS.” They are trying to make us think we can all get along and live together when they know if we intermingle with them, we are committing suicide.
Ya Siin Bey had a show in dtla I didn’t go to either because the devils convinced him to use his other name on the flyer, even though his picture was on it!!!
(This wasn’t the show, but the flyer was the same.)
I KNOW that was a source of contention for him, but he did it anyway! NOT A GOOD LOOK, AKHI.
It’s just that serious, Brothers and Sisters. This De La show was FREE!
That should give you a clearer picture of how sneaky devils are! Don’t go anywhere white people are. I know you work with them. But don’t socialize with them. Stay with your own.
To my Black People in positions of authority: their money and offers of leadership (good jobs/power) are not worth your soul or the destruction of your Nation!
This filthy Brother once had the audacity to say to me,
“I can still see your shape regardless of how much clothes you wear.”
Can you believe that? Filthy. Don’t listen to such affronts, Sisters.
He just wanted me to change my style of dress.
I’ve gotten that before though. This one “conscious” (SMH) Brother tried to argue me down about how, “In the “Motherland” (Africa) our ancestors used to go naked.”
I told him, “Those were the ones who had strayed away from CIVILIZATION and are living a JUNGLE life.“
I told him, “The first step in CIVILIZING A SAVAGE is to teach him/her to cover his/her nakedness, Brother.”
He still wanted to argue, but I knew he just wanted to get me to show my nakedness or my form.
You have to know when to walk away. Have you ever had a debate with a five-year-old? It’s like trying to discuss Al Gebra with someone who has yet to learn the Al Fabet. (Both came from us [Black People] / Arabic)
I’m sorry Habibi ❤ , remember when I was going through that thing about how you spell your name – how it’s not transliterally correct? I posted this then, Habibi. Sorry. I Love you ❤ ❤ ❤
AS-SALAAMU’ ALAIKUM BEAUTIFUL & BELOVED ASIATIC BLACK SISTERS & BROTHERS
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A “GOLDDIGGER” AND A SISTER WITH HIGH STANDARDS.
I have turned down at least three millionaires. A “Golddigger” would not have.
The first thing on my list of prerequisites for a husband is RIGHTEOUSNESS. THEN the capability to SUPPORT A FAMILY. That’s all.
You don’t have to be rich and if you are let’s sign a prenup! It’s not about the Benjamins.
Food, Clothes & Shelter are all we need and even that’s secondary.
If YOU are not RIGHT none of that matters.
You have to make me smile.
Put me at ease and I CAN’T be at ease if everything is not right with you, Brotherman.
Put me at ease; and then, you can feed, clothe and shelter me.
If I’m not comfortable around you; you can keep it ALL.
I have to be content. Peace Of Mind is PARAMOUNT.
Now, I’m just saying, in general, of course you know, I’m married already. (Hey, Habibi 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ) I’m just saying, for you Good Brothers out there who want a woman like me (the women who read my blog), we’ve raised our standards. So, that means you’ve got to step up to meet them. That is, if you want one of us.
AND YOU KNOW YOU DO. 😉 YOU CREATED US FOR YOURSELF!!! Don’t give up on us because we may not be there nor because we may have standards you think you cannot reach. The CREATION can NEVER be better than the CREATOR. So, we can’t be better than you are. YOU CREATED US!!!!!!
Black Sisters and Brothers, Remember that. The Blackman is the Leader of Our Nation. So, Black Brother, don’t be intimidated by a woman who has Knowledge of Self, even if she may have a little more than you have. When you meet one, PRAY AND ASK ALLAH IF SHE IS THE WOMAN FOR YOU. We were CREATED for you, so you know there’s one of us out here waiting to carry your name. But don’t let it be a slave name. (Search “A Good Name Is Better Than Gold”)
If you choose other than one of us, you are lowering your standards and not fulfilling your responsibility to YOURSELF AND TO OUR NATION. The same goes for you Sisters.
WE ARE THE BEST BY NATURE. WE ARE THE BEST NATION ON EARTH. WE ARE THE ONLY NATION ON EARTH.
Everybody else was MADE from us. WE ARE THE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE ON EARTH. They can trace their beginning back to us. And there will be an end to them. There is no beginning nor end for the Black Nation. Which is why we are not a “race.”
They are racing. We are not. We will be here Forever. They will not. Which is why they are considered a race. They are “racing” to do as much damage as they can before the end of their time. And it is here. If you marry one of them, Black Sister or Brother, you will go with them to their doom.
We are living in The Time of The Great Day of Separation. EVERY WOMAN OR MAN MUST GO TO HIS OR HER OWN.
YOU CANNOT BRING A MEMBER FROM A “race” INTO OUR BLACK NATION. YOU WILL HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH THEM.
Blackman, requalify yourself for us. Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA. YOU WILL FIND IT ON THE HOMEPAGE.
NOONE ELSE is going to LOVE you like we do. They (the races) all want you, just like they all want us. but BLACK IS THE BEST. WE WERE CREATED FOR EACH OTHER.
THE GRAFTED IS NEVER AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL.
The races were MADE from the CREATED BLACK NATION.
Take the horse and the donkey. The mule is not as good as either.
Take the lemon and the orange. The grapefruit is neither as good.
The ORIGINAL is ALWAYS the BEST.
OUR BLACK NATION is Resurrecting Back into the Knowledge of Self, and once you know yourself, who you are, you KNOW that you are THE BEST and you will NEVER SETTLE for anything less than the VERY BEST – Your Own Kind. If you do, then you don’t really KNOW YOURSELF.
Okay, first let me say that the proper pronunciation is “looWEE pastYUUR“. God it? Good! Let’s carry on.
At Pasteur, I wrote my first secular song, with my other clique. I still remember all the words. Anybody with a video on your phone, I would be very pleased if you record me singing my song, si vous plait. 😀 Then again….. it was secular……
Also, there was this little Brother, (My A.J.’s doppel) who could break and the only time I remember being late to class, was because I was watching him dance. He had his cardboard and everything. Me and my homegurl, Kim, would look for him during Nutrition. Fifteen minutes is not nearly long enough. We had just found him, it seemed, when the bell rang. Homeschool.
“past-YUUR”
SHELLTOES
PUMAS
FAT LACES (PLAID)
HOODIES WITH YOUR NICK-NAME ON THE BACK (OLD ENGLISH LETTERS, OF COURSE)
STARTER JACKETS
MEMBER’S ONLYs
JELLIES
JORDACHE
POLO SHIRTS (BUTTONED ALL THE WAY UP w/a gold chain, of course)
PENNY LOAFERS (w/a quarter in them 😉 )
BOAT SHOES (WE WERE PREPPY B.I.T.D., HUH?)
(Substitute chinos/khakis for the jeans and you would have how I dressed my son – when he wasn’t in suits Allahu Akbar!)
GOLF HATS
CATCHING THE 108 TO THE FOX HILLS MALL
PIRATES BASEBALL CAPS
FARRAH FAWCETT FLIPS PULLED BACK W/THE LITTLE COMB ON THE SIDE 😉
“I WENT DOWNTOWN TO SEE JAMES BROWN…..” (DOUBLE DUTCH)
“HEY, MR. BE” (Billy Eckstine 😉 )
MIXING FROM OFF THE RADIO (WITH THE DUAL CASSETTE LOL)
“FRIENDS……” I HAVE TWO. ALLAH & MY HABIBI ❤ ❤ ❤
GREG MACK (K-DAY) IS ON THE WAVE NOW ?
WHO KNEW HERBIE HANCOCK (ROCKIT) WAS A FAMOUS JAZZ MUSICIAN???
WHO KNEW GEORGE CLINTON (ATOMIC DOG) WAS THE GODFATHER OF FUNK???
FIELD TRIPS TO THE CONVENTION CENTER MUSEUMS
DOUBLE FEATURES AT THE “HARTHON” MALL LOL (SO G.H.E.T.T.O.) But I saw “Breakin'” there! AND “The Last Dragon” (Hey ‘Chelle 😉 ) (Sho NUFF!!!)
BUYING 45s FROM THE WEREHOUSE (and hanging all the covers and 12″ singles on the wall)
THUGS ON WHEELS (mad cause I couldn’t go)
CRYING BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND MY MUSIC CLASS (Music classes are ALWAYS in the Boondocks. I know why though; DTP)
LEARNING THAT KICKING A BOY IN THE YOU-KNOW-WHATS WILL GET HIM TO STEP OFF (Heeeey, T-Ski 🙂 Sorry, Homie, but you know how it iz. ❤ ❤ ❤ Glad to see you procreated. Homeboy! )
GETTING TO SCHOOL EARLY WITH MY HALL MONITOR SWEATER ( I LOOOOVED That Sweater! It had the Pasteur logo w/the PANTHER Even in Jr. High, before I had ever heard of the Panthers…. Born with the RIGHT Material…..)
RIDING MY BIKE TO SCHOOL DOWN WASHINGTON (Heeyyyyy, Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀 ) W/MY EYES CLOSED AND ALMOST GETTING STOPPED BY THE PIGS SMH
Guess who I ran into last night, on my way home? (I had a very busy day, yesterday. I went downtown and saw free JAZZ. Then went to LACMA and saw some more free JAZZ. TOLD HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE ABOUT THIS. (Hey Ra! )
Went to see about my Habibi ❤ (Honey-Baby in Arabic 😉 ) And on my way home ran into a childhood friend of mine and yours 😉
Remember this Brother??
I’ve learned that in America, there are some GOOD things going on in the Wilderness. Jack in the Box is one of the good ones. When I was little, I couldn’t even talk but everytime we passed a Jack In The Box, I would say loudly, “BAbababah!!”
No one in my family knew what I was saying, until one day somebody figured it out. We NEVER went there. But, obviously, I knew what it was.
My Uncle Mike, ONLY ate at BAbababah.
But I went there recently to get change for the bus, and I looked around, and it had historical pictures and I could not help but think, “THISPLACE IS ALRIGHT.” Being homeless, it’s very difficult to find good food that won’t kill you.
Jack In The Box is a place that I endorse. And if you know me, you know that’s saying something.
Of course, “NO MEAT IS GOOD FOR YOU” but you can eat Onion Rings (they’re fried, but at least there’s no meat). They’re better than french fried potatoes, as well.
My son and I used to go there every years before and after Ramadan for the shakes. Pumpkin Pie and Egg Nog. OMG. Makes Christmastime almost bearable.
YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT HOW TO EAT TO LIVE BY CLICKING THIS LINK
He did try to talk to me too. Very subtley. Hollywood. But do you not see this ring on my finger, Brother? I tried to hook him up with one of my doppels. I didn’t tell her who he was. She looked too young to remember. Maybe. Maybe not.
I grew up like any other Black girl in the eighties, so naturally, I was in love with New Edition. And no, not THE New Edition. (I used to HATE it when d.j.s or v.j.s or music show hosts introduced them like that!)
Anyway, it was awhile before I had heard of them, being that, my mom wouldn’t allow us to listen to the radio. But my Aunt would take me and my cousins for a ride down “The Arlington Doubles” and we would inevitably listen to the radio.
Well, “Candy Girl” came on the radio and my cousins started talking about New Edition. I had never heard of them.
So, anyway, I saw a video or something and learned more about them. I thought Ralph was the cutest.
So, one day at school, me and one of my cliques, (I have recently learned that I have split personalities) decided that we were each going to be with a member of New Edition. We wrote a novel about them and us.
Anyway, the Sister in charge of distributing, liked Ralph, so I was assigned Mike. I accepted it without protest. I was young and impressionable. And, when I commit to something, I give it my all or nothing. One Hundred Per Cent.
So, I convinced myself and everybody who knew me that I was head over heels in love with Michael L. Bivins.
I would probably STILL be in love with him, if it weren’t for my Habibi (Honey-Baby in Arabic 😀 ).
The Sister in charge of distribution won concert tickets from KDAY (the first radio station to feature an all hip-hop format) a limo pick-up, a N.E. jacket, front-row seats and backstage passes.
So, apparently she got to know them very well and they used to visit her home. She called me one time (I lived on the other side of town, remember?) and everybody (my clique and N.E.) was there.
So, I talked to somebody on the phone, now that I think about it, I don’t think all of them were there. Probably just BBD and Bobby. Ralph might have been there. But I don’t think so.
Anyway, they wouldn’t let Baby talk to me. He was upset. I guess it was good for me, considering…… 😥 RIP Whitney & Bobbi Kris).
But anyway, they started calling me when New Edition WASN’T there and acted like they were them. I knew the game, but I really wanted it to be N.E. so I went along with it.
Years later, one of them came clean. (Thanks Baby E. ❤ )
I used to see them all the time. The first time I saw Mike, I was completely heartbroken because he liked my friend. But I still liked him.
Then I saw him and Rickie at The Beverly Center with my Honey Bear, and he said, “You STILLlike him?” I felt real juvenile and that was that.
It wasn’t until I converted to Islam, that I began to really know myself. So, the Truth resurfaced that had been buried, as it ALWAYS does. And yes, it can hurt.
But the Truth is, I was never really in love with Mike, just like I was never really in love with any other man, besides my Habibi <3. I’m sorry, Habibi ❤ . Allah is the Best Knower. And, here we are….
The next time I saw my Honey Pooh-Bear was a few years later.
For some reason, my mom took us out of Trinity (and NOT Trinity Elem. in South Central!) We only went there that one (1) year. But, it was THE Most Memorable Year of My School Years, and I have TWO DEGREES! 😀
(“Trinity” – Hmmmph! لا إلهَ إلاّ اللّهُ THERE IS NO GOD BUT ALLAH!!!)
So, after “Trinity” (hmmph!), then we went to this school with devils. This was my first experience being with devils and I hated it and them. ALL of the teachers were prejudiced and there was not a single Black teacher in the whole school.
I know my mom only took us out of Trinity and dropped us in that hellhole because a girl from church whose parents were upper-middle class, and her brother went there.
Both my mom and my sister have this thing about the “Jones’ ” Not me though. At least I don’t think I do. I just like nice stuff – luxury and whatnot. But, not because anybody else has something. I like what I like. But, when you’re nine, you go wherever your mother takes you.
That’s really the only thing about that school worth mentioning. I learned how dirty and nasty, prejudiced and mischievous devils can be.
But, I had a best friend, Malikah! That was the first I had ever heard that name and I Never forgot her or it. (I know that’s not how you spell it, Dear Sister Malaika [ملكة] 😀 )
I didn’t find out until yesterday what my Hubby was doing those years we weren’t physically together (like now 😥 ) It was like he read my journal because I wrote all this stuff the day before yesterday!
Anyway, he changed his whole profile and posted all these throwback pics like, “Look Honey, this is what I was doing.” (smile) Honey-Sweet he is.
We stayed at the hell-hole for two years, then my parents decided to put us in public school. It was to be my first year in Junior High School.
I didn’t go to the neighborhood school. Now, it’s called “Johnny Cochran Middle School” but back then it was called “Mt. Vicious” LOL So, I went to school a little further West.
I wasn’t scared, just real nervous (Heeeeey, Fat Lip! 😀 ) because I had to catch the bus all by myself now. And, I didn’t know anybody at Pasteur, or so I thought.
But when I got there I saw a friend from church and she gave me the best. advice. ever. “Get in Drill Team.” (Heeeey Nikki! Thanks, Girl. ❤ How’s Snoopy? )
So, I went there all three years and I remember three things.
1. My English Teacher – Mrs. Brown – She taught me my love for words extemporaneously. LOL Luv ya, Mrs. Brown!!! ❤ ❤
2. Reading The Color Purple. I always thought “Mr. Blank” But, I guess that wouldn’t work in a feature film.
3. Sitting in assembly and noticing that a group of students didn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance to the American flag. That really got my attention. They didn’t even stand up! They just sat right there in their seats while we’re all pledging our allegiance to the flag of this wicked and evil counry of Christian devils who enslave, beat, rape and kill us DAILY! I must’ve already had it in me because I asked them “Why didn’t you say the Pledge of Allegiance?” They said:
“WE HAVE OUR OWN FLAG.“
I didn’t know it then, but I was well on my way to joining the Nation of Islam right then and there.
I took a Computer Class and the extent of our learning how to program a computer was how to make a word or phrase run up, down and around; even sideways (Heeeey Dana!!! LOL) on the screen, ad infinitum.
But the teacher, Mr. Spencer (I wonder if he is a musician, hmmmm???) was soooooo cool. I learned all the words to “Roxanne-Roxanne” in his class. (We couldn’t listen to the radio at home. ) Now that I remember him, he had to be a musician. His classes were full of music!
I had him for “Electric Shop” too. When I should have been in “Homemaking Class.” I think mine was the first generation to suffer from the effects of the “Women’s Lib” movement. “Latch-Key Kids….” The removal of “Shop” and “Homemaking” AND Art and Music…. I don’t know why they got rid of the Art and Music. Maybe they just threw out everything fun (Art and Music) and PRACTICAL(Shop [for the fellas] and Homemaking [for the girls] ).
Mr. Spencer noticed my typing one day and asked if I knew how to play the piano. The next thing I know I’m in the school band. I didn’t even know we had a band! They probably just started it back up for me. hee hee hee 😉
It was kinda fun though. I got to play the vibes a little. And I thought it was hella cool, the way the Brother who played the baritone saxophone used to lean to the side and play. I think he used to wear shades too. Salute!
(Something like this 🙂 )
(Heeeey, Ms. Greene, I wish you had let me play the vibes a little more, Dear Sister. 😦 )
I KNOW I SAW A VIDEO OF DINAH WASHINGTON PLAYING THE VIBES SOMEWHERE. BUT I CAN’T FIND IT!!!
I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.
Anyway, at some point between Fifth and Ninth Grades (I was thinking Sixth, but judging by the sparkle in my eyes [it mirrors the sparkle in my Fourth Grade pic] in my Eighth grade picture, it may have been further down the road)
Me and my Honey-Bear ran into each other again.
Sparks flew around the playground at Rancho Cienega. We were the only ones there.
Everybody else was watching boring Little League baseball. I’d rather watch paint dry. But it is fun to play. When Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, was among us, in the history of The Nation of Islam, the Believers would join together, on Holy Tuesday (every Tuesday), and enjoy each other’s company.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Would WALTZ! with one of the Lucky Sisters, WITH A GLASS OF WATER ON HIS HEAD!!!!!!!
The Believers and The Saviour would play games for prizes, and play baseball.
I used to play softball at the devil’s hell-hole and it must’ve been my first experience, because I remember I used to throw the bat every time I hit the ball. And everybody would yell, “Don’t throw the bat!” So, I used to overdo it. I would carefully, slowly and deliberately, lay the bat down by my feet after I hit the ball and then TAKE OFF!
I can be so dramatic…….
Anyway, we were the only ones at the playground and he must’ve spotted me first because I don’t really remember how our chance encounter commenced.
(Doesn’t “Ro-Ro” look like Ronnie??? Hmmmm????)
Man, we used to have so much fun at the playground back in the day.
The simpy playground equipment they have for our children to play on nowadays is boringcompared to the toys we used to have. The only thing they retained that’s any fun are the swings. It’s hard to find a decent slide nowadays.
We played on the see-saw. It’s too bad they don’t make them like they used to. You could really cement a friendship on the See-Saw. You were completely putting your life in the other person’s feet (smile) all the while, creating a life-long, close-knit bond that can only come from riding a see-saw with the one you love.
That’s probably why they don’t have them anymore. They (American devils) don’t want us to form those types of bonds. They don’t even want them with each other. Mischief and Bloodshed is what they were made for.
But we rode it together anyway.
He pushed me on the Merry-Go-Round and we talked.
I used to love the Merry-Go-Round too, so I’m just having a ball with the man of my dreams and just as happy as I could be, and just as oblivious to the magnitude of the time as I could be too.
I asked him how come he wasn’t playing baseball. His reply was that he plays Basketball. How cool is that?!?!? My Honey is the Dopest. They didn’t have a hoop in the whole park yet he still won’t play boring baseball. Such a showman.
The above picture is of our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and the F.B.I. agent who arrested him. They are handcuffed.
The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) taught us that the F.B.I. agents told him they only arrested him in order to take him off the street, so that he could not teach his people during the War between America and her enemies. His Teachings were such that the so-called Negroes would resist fighting their slavemasters’ enemies.
The claim was that he was a draft dodger, but he was beyond the age of the draft at the time of his arrest. He was finally released after the war was over.
Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, Was Also Arrested IMMEDIATELY upon His entrance into the City of Detroit, Michigan for teaching The Truth to the so-called American Negroes.
He submitted with all humbleness to His American captors in order to show and prove to His Messenger, the Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH), the Price of Teaching the so-called American Negroes the Truth that will FREE us from our wicked and evil, heartless devil slavemasters.
Beloved Brothers and Sisters, I am probably the most rebellious person against the American status quo that you will ever meet and have had several encounters with Law Enforcement Officers of the land of North America.
I was arrested on trumped up charges and resisted through the entire booking process. I spit in the officers’ faces and freed myself from the handcuffs so I could remove the mouthpiece and spit on them some more!
I wrote “F*** Babylon!” on the walls of my jail cell with the residue that was left from my fingerprinting.
I hate America.
But Our Saviour, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Forever Due, Taught His Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) to be our Leader, Teacher and Guide.
If We Are Wise and Desire Success, We Will Follow Their Holy Example of How to Behave When Arrested, Whether Guilty or Not.
Any one of us could be Sister Sandra (May she rest in peace). But there is really nothing we can do about it, but understand that our histories and futures were written 16,000 (sixteen thousand) years ago.
I KNOW it is difficult, Brothers and Sisters. But ALLAH IS THE BEST KNOWER. We Must Submit To His Will If We Want To Be Successful.
So, my Beloved Brothers and Sisters, do not resist arrest. (Unless you are homeless and just need food, water and shelter. Then, by all means, RESIST. But don’t stop after they handcuff you. They will know it was a rouse and will just cite you. You have to resist until they take you to jail.)
Other than that, do not resist. They know you are innocent. You know you are innocent and Allah (God) Knows you are innocent. Submit to Allah’s (God’s) Will for your life. Follow the rules and come out swinging. Just COME OUT.
I know Sister Sandra was in there making trouble for those devils, because she was me. We MUST take her example and learn from it and go on with Truth. She was a martyr. Let us not allow her dying to be in vain.
Homeschool.
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