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RESURRECTION – 2PAC

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

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…”

* * * * *

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 Fire like 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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MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

RHYTHM, RHYME & REASON

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

A SUMMER STROLL

WHERE WATER AND LAND MEET……

YOUR ARM –

LONG AND STRONG

DRAPES LOVINGLY, PROTECTIVELY,

YET CASUALLY ACROSS MY SHOULDERS

YOUR CHISELED PROFILE

MAKES ME SWEAT

VAN DYKE, LIKE A CIPHER

ENCIRCLES MY NECK

HINT OF BROWN IN YOUR EYE

NO TRACE OF A SMILE

DEEP IN THOUGHT

YOU READ MINE.

AMAZED AT YOUR DIVINITY

I GAZE AGAPE IN WONDER

WAITING FOR THE FRONTAL

MAGNETICALLY,

KINETICALLY,

WE PULL TOGETHER

BOTH ANXIOUSLY ANTICIPATING THE INEVITABLE

YOUR SCENT INCITES ME TO ACTION

PHEROMONES HEIGHTEN OUR PASSION

I INHALE DEEPLY

AND PERFECTION FILLS MY LUNGS

TACITLY, THE AGILE LIPS

OF THE ILLEST EMCEE

COVER THE FRAGILE LIPS

OF HIS NUMBER ONE FAN

THE RUMBLINGS OF A NEW RHYME BEGIN TO FORM,

FASHIONABLY TAKING SHAPE WITHIN

THE POET & THE MUSE

FUSED TOGETHER

AS ONE

NEVER TO BE ASUNDER

SEPARATION OR DEATH!

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

ALLENSWORTH, CALIFORNIA

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters & Brothers 😉

A few years ago my son and I were lucky enough to be a part of an expedition that traveled from Los Angeles to the remains of the historic all-Black California city of ALLENSWORTH.

You may be familiar with the John Singleton movie about the all-Black township, “Rosewood,” or about the all-Black town, Greenwood, Oklahoma aka “Black Wall Street”. Well, there were several ALL-BLACK towns, at one time, all across America! The first one to be incorporated that was also immortalized in Zora Neale Hurston’s novel which was made into an HBO movie, starring none other than Miss Halle Berry – Their Eyes Were Watching God – was the town of Eatonville, Florida. It is also the only one I know of that is still in existence today.

All the others met the same fate – destroyed overtly or covertly by the American devil slavemasters and their children, who cannot stand to see their once-slaves living independently.

The founder of  Allensworth, Allen Allensworth was killed in a suspicious motorcycle accident while out soliciting more residents for his burgeoning metropolis, which was followed by construction of a railway through the town which brought about its ultimate demise.

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DAVID WALKER’S APPEAL

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Sisters! (and Brothers 😉 )

I am so happy that I have been blessed with the ability to study Black History at the college level. I learned the shameful history of the American white people toward their Black slaves to an extent that is and will never be taught in primary nor secondary school. Al Hamdulillah!

I also learned of Black resistance to slavery which is only taught among a certain section of Black intelligentsia outside of college, but the majority of so-called American Negroes are not privy to such a wealth of information.

Most may have not even heard of Nat Turner whose armed rebellion caused terror in the hearts of the devils to such an extent that they enacted several laws prohibiting the mere congregation of two or more Black people across the country.

As a journalist, I am a firm believer that “The pen is mightier than the sword.” And, am convinced of the truth that if you control a man’s mind, you can convince him to kill whomever you want him to kill. Swords don’t kill by themselves. :/

Therefore, I’m sure you can imagine my enthusiasm and excitement when I learned about Brother David Walker.

All Praise is due to Allah for the Internet! When I was in college, the Internet was still fairly new, so I was not able to read Brother David’s Appeal at that time. However, I just looked it up and found the entire document and he had me at the title page.

Please, in the wake of Ferguson and Baltimore, read this document that was written nearly one hundred years ago. We still have not learned that we must stand up like decent and intelligent men and women and defend ourselves from the brutal hand of our enemy, in order to be respected in the eyes of our children and the world.

The slavemaster will not teach you of Brother David Walker, who propagated armed resistance against slavery in a time when most Blacks were advocating litigation to bring about an end to the institution.

We see today, that litigation does not work. We are still slaves to America. Their Emancipation Proclamation only removed the shackles, but did not free us IN DEED. We are still slaves to America and will remain her slaves until we have what she has – our own land which will give us the means to produce for ourselves the necessities of life.

Now remember, Allah Has Power over the weapons. He Created the steel out of which the weapons are made. His Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that we should not carry weapons because we are more likely to use them against our own Brothers and Sisters. And, it reads in the Holy Qur’an that we should Never Be the Aggressor but to Defend Ourselves if Attacked. We Must Seek JUSTICE For Ourselves, Brothers and Sisters, against the heartless devil slavemaster’s children or We Might As Well Go Out and Commit Suicide.

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HOW TO HARVEST YOUR OWN WHEAT

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers 😉

Growing up, I used to always get hurt and annoyed by those little brown things that would get stuck in my socks and stick me on my ankles. Well, I recently found out that those annoying little buggers are wheat granules! Wheat grows wild like crazy out here in L.A.

Growing our own food, canning and other means of becoming self-sufficient are areas in which we should be masters, so I checked out a book from the library a while back and it illustrated the means of harvesting wheat and it is very simple.

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that whole wheat makes the best bread. So, I thought I would share this tut from YT with my Beloved Asiatic Family. You can use a coffee grinder to grind the wheat into flour. Enjoy! And, leave a comment and let me know how you went about the process and how well it turned out for you! 😀

As-Salaam-Alaikum!

SAVIOUR’S DAY – 1966

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

THE HARLEM RENAISSANCE

 

 

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

“HARLEM”

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Asiatic Black Family!!!

I just found out recently that this poem was written by THE Langston Hughes!!!

Never did my High School English Lit teacher (an old white devil) inform his classes of the importance of the personality who was Langston Hughes nor of the magnitude of the context in which this powerful poem was written – The Harlem Renaissance.

I didn’t even realize that this poem, which I have never been able to forget and which also was the inspiration for Lorraine Hansbury’s stage-play “A Raisin in the Sun,” was even written by a Blackman – and Langston Hughes at that! I didn’t even know the poem was called “Harlem.”

But I digress, years later, in college, when I learned about the Harlem Renaissance, my professor lectured on the question that still plagues Black artists today, but which probably originated during the Renaissance, which was at that time referred to as THE “NEW NEGRO” MOVEMENT:

Should Black artists create ART FOR ART’S SAKE or for POLITICAL AWARENESS in the attempt to educate the masses and MAKE A STATEMENT through the medium of art/music/literature?

Of course, you can probably guess my stance on this topic, but I think Langston put it best in his article “The Negro Artist and the Racial Mountain” (1926)

“One of the most promising of the young Negro poets said to me once, ‘I want to be a poet–not a Negro poet,’ meaning, I believe, ‘I want to write like a white poet”; meaning subconsciously, ‘I would like to be a white poet’; meaning behind that, ‘I would like to be white.'”

The question, rather, the approach a Black artist takes towards his medium depends on his approach toward life in general, I believe.

If he feels politically driven, it will manifest itself through his art. If not, it won’t.

Your views?

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A BROKEN ROSE….

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywmNcVh7lsE

بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Has Sharp Thorns Now….

Tho’ No Longer A Baby

She Still Smells As Sweet

A Rose-Bud Has Blossomed

Into A Lovely Bouquet

Around Which Her CARETAKER,

ALLAH IN THE DIVINE PERSON

OF MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD,

TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE FOREVER,

HAS BUILT A STURDY FENCE….

– ONLY ONE HAS THE COURAGE AND THE INCLINATION

TO TACKLE THE WALL AROUND HER.

LIKE SLEEPING BEAUTY’S PRINCE,

HE STORMS IT WITH DETERMINATION –

ALL-THE-WHILE, NEW PETALS CONTINUE TO FORM

BRIMMING WITH CONFIDENCE THAT ONLY COMES

WITH THE KNOWLEDGE OF SELF.

–

HER AROMA AND INTELLECT COMBINE TO BEGUILE HIM

BOTH GROWING STRONGER AS THEY AGE…

–

SO APPEALING….

THE HUMMING BIRDS & THE BEES DRINK HUNGRILY

FROM HER CONVERSATION.

SHE VALUES THEIR ADMIRATION.

WITH MORNING COMES

FRESH DEW, SUNSHINE AND ANTICIPATION.

“TODAY MY PRINCE WILL COME….

WITH HIS LIQUID SWORD,

HIS SHIELD

& SUIT OF ARMOUR

EVER-READY

TO PLUCK AND PROTECT ME!”

SO, SHE SPREADS HER LEAVES TO RECEIVE AND

WELCOME HIM TO HER CONCRETE JUNGLE.

– NEITHER UNAFRAID NOR INHIBITED BY HER THORNS

HE FERTILIZES THE CRACKS IN THE CEMENT

AROUND HER WITH THE HOPE THAT

SOMEDAY WILL ARRIVE AGAIN SOON,

BRINGING WITH IT NEW BEAUTY AND LIFE

TO THE DARK AND DESOLATE

METROPOLIS

WHERE ROSES SOMEHOW MANAGE

TO STILL FIND A WAY

TO GROW UP THROUGH CONCRETE….