بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

*Note: All of these events took place on Thursday, July 17, 2014

AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM SWEET BEAUTIFUL ASIATIC SISTERS,

I had such a beautiful good time today touring my Beloved City of Angels. I never get bored going Downtown. It’s so different from twenty-five years ago when my hubby used to take me out to lunch on my break from work at Robinson’s. It seems like a lifetime ago, but I can still taste that sweet, sweet un-carbonated soda at the restaurant where we used to eat, which is now a subway station. I NEVER dreamed my city would actually have a SUBWAY one day, way back then. Downtown Los Angeles has changed almost as much as I have.

As I was playing in the elevators at the Bonaventure Hotel, I took some pictures. The elevators are on the outside of the building and you can see for miles. I instinctively, pushed the button for the top floor, 32 stories high, and felt like I could see forever.

and it’s so crazy because my hubby took pictures from atop a high-rise today but overlooking the ocean in Santa Monica at Sunset – The Golden Time of Day….

I had to photojack him. I love doing what I want. I love walking downtown. There’s so much to see and I like being seen. When people see me, they know that God Has Visited America and she is about to be destroyed. I know no one has ever seen an M.G.T. in her Holy Garments just downtown shopping. I’m like that. Al Hamdulillah (All Praises Are Due To Allah)

I also like looking at all the sights and I am amazed at how many tourists are downtown now! A lot of people are moving to L.A. too. I met a Brother from Detroit. I let him take my picture. He’s supposed to e-mail it to me. I guess he’ll do it when he has a chance. He showed me the picture. I had up my L.A. hand symbol. REPRESENTIN’.

Anyway, when I left the Bonaventure, I was walking down Figueroa and I passed a beautiful door on an unmarked building. I noticed it, but kept walking, only turning back around to get another look before it was too late to go back. When Allah Said, “Go in,” I thought “Nah.”

Sometimes, it’s scary going into unfamiliar buildings. But I love doing stuff like that, just for the hell of it. I felt like that going into the Bonaventure, but I love that sense of Adventure; Never knowing what to expect.

So, I went back to the building and tried the door. It opened and I walked into the most beautiful building I had ever been in in all my life. I looked around my surroundings agape and in utter amazement at the elegant beauty beholden to me.

The foyer was so welcoming I went on in. There was a distinguished looking devil sitting behind a desk with a desk plate that read something I can’t remember and “Concierge.” I had just seen a woman behind a desk with the same wording at the Bonaventure and started to look it up then, but Allah stopped me.

Now, I am familiar with the word and I knew it had something to do with hotels. I assumed it is some kind of Information Desk or Hospitality Services or both. But this didn’t look like ANY of the hotels I had ever been in, and I’ve been in a lot (I was on the Prom Committee in High School and we visited probably every major hotel in L.A. trying to decide on a location to hold our Senior Prom. We unanimously chose “The Biltmore” which is where the Democratic Convention is held and which was one hundred times more beautiful than ANY of the other hotels and IT wasn’t half as nice as this amazing piece of property I had entered).  And so, I was overwhelmed by a VERY unfamiliar but piquant feeling all over my body; being completely befuddled as to what type of delightful establishment I had just stumbled into. It was thrilling.

Now, this devil didn’t even look up as I walked in and if I had had a little more gumption, I would have walked right past him and on into the building, but my gumption apparently ran out upon entering the building, so I stopped and interrogated him.

“What’s a ‘concierge’?”

I don’t even remember his reply, he was so annoyed by the question. I didn’t let that deter me. I felt like some of my more unrefined Brothers and Sisters, asking inappropriate questions. But, how else would I find out what I needed to know about this magnificent specimen of a building?

I finally found out it was a private club named “The Jonathan Club.” It was like pulling teeth, just to get that bit of information out of his stingy devilish self. But I have a Degree in Journalism and I am exceptional at “pulling teeth” when I need information. Of course, I’m thinking, “Who is Jonathan?” But I didn’t ask for some reason. Instead, I asked how much is a membership.

He said he couldn’t tell me.

Now, I had no intention of joining any type of devil social club and associating with my open enemies willingly, I don’t care how nice the facilities were. But I was and am still curious as to the price tag to join such an exclusive club, so I pushed my luck a little further and asked, “What if I want to join?”

He told me bluntly, “A member has to recommend you.”

I refrained from asking if there were any Black members. I think deep down, I didn’t really want to think about Black people socializing with devils willingly and paying to do so.

But I looked at the desk for some kind of literature, ANY TYPE OF LITERATURE, about the club, and found none. There was only a pamphlet on the dress code, a flier about an upcoming event at the “Beach Club” and little business cards informing members where in the club cellular phones and whatnot could be used.

Needless to say, I was EXTREMELY impressed.

I left the building and looked again at the exterior.

There was absolutely no signage. I crossed the street to get a better look at the entire building. I could see there was a patio on the roof.

So, I went on walking and tried to find another building that could compare. There were some nice ones but NONE half as nice as The Jonathan Club. I just looked on Wikipedia and found out who “Jonathan” was.

“The club was at one time believed to be named after Jonathan Trombull, advisor to George Washington. But historical evidence states that the club was named after Brother Jonathan, the caricature predecessor to Uncle Sam.”

I feel like my little detour is somehow, pulling me into politics. I used to say, the first thing I would do as president, was something that unfortunately, has already been done, if you know what I mean.

Now, I would designate four states for The So-called Negroes, California, New York, Florida and a third, I haven’t decided yet.

On the bus ride home, I read the pamphlet on the dress code.

Jonathan Club Dress Code

It is exactly how I have been dressing my son since I converted to Islam. Islam cleans you up and makes you respectable and decent and intelligent enough to be welcomed into the most civilized societies.

Here is a little history about the Jonathan Club: It was started in 1914 by a group of rich devils organized to choose and support (financially) whom they wanted to run the city. Kind of like a political action committee, but probably much more influential. Former President, Ronald Reagan was a member. The website also relates the story of two “Jonathans” (members) who came up with the idea of THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT LOS ANGELES (UCLA) one day at the club over lunch! Later the members decided they would rather just get together and socialize. So they built this big beautiful building downtown and another one on Santa Monica beach for themselves and their families and friends like “Bosses.”

The club was included on the Platinum Club list of John Sibbald Associates in 2012 as one of the top five city clubs in the country!

The concierge was so constipated with the information that I hardly thought they would have a public website. They do. It even says you can send an e-mail if you want to inquire about a membership. That’s probably just de jure (for appearances) though.

I am not hardly interested in joining the club. I have no desire nor inclination to socialize with my open enemies, even if the place had solid 24 KARAT gold walls. Although, I am almost importunately curious enough to send an e-mail just to learn how much it costs.

Oh, how I wish my people could unite and do something for self of this magnitude. Those of us who can afford to join would rather be a part of the devils’ club than build our own club. It is so sad the poison that the devil has put in our people. It permeates all sectors of our Nation. We are united only in our love of our enemies. 😦

I bear witness to Black men of every income bracket, every religion, every skill, trade or profession and of every age and complexion sweethearting with devil women. The same goes for Black women. I wish so strongly that my people would wake up! It seems that after all the hell they put our ancestors and us through, we would hate them and want to kill them for mistreating us!

If we had done half the evil to them that they do to us, they wouldn’t even speak to us.

The Messenger (PBUH) taught us that it’s like a frog wanting to marry a rattlesnake because the rattlesnake is so full of frogs, he can’t eat another one. So the foolish frog says to the rattlesnake, “Marry me then.“

This is how crazy we look in the eyes of the civilized world. Completely Blind, Deaf and Dumb and Mentally Dead to the Knowledge of Self and Anyone Else.

But In Sha Allah (If it Pleases Allah), I am going to open the fanciest restaurant for my people that they have ever seen. And if any devils come in I am going to treat them so that they never come back and that they tell their devil friends, mine was the WORST restaurant in which they have ever been. That goes for Black People who bring devils too.

I am going to help my Brothers and Sisters attain some measure of civilization by requiring and maintaining the same dress code as the Jonathan Club and with alacrity, serve them the best and healthiest food on the earth at reasonable prices that they can afford. The Jonathan Club is going to look like a tree clubhouse in comparison.

And I am going to use it as a venue to teach them the TRUTH, In Sha Allah.

I almost forgot. SMH. I found a menu from the Jonathan Club, back in its early days, on Google and as I perused the items on it, I was flabbergasted.

The first thing I noticed was that the choice piece of meat was LAMB –
NOT ANY TYPE OF BEEF NOR PORK.

Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that LAMB is a better meat than beef because sheep are more selective in what they eat and they are not as easily diseased as cows (Does “Mad Cow Disease” sound familiar?) And of course the filthy swine carries a live poison (trichinae) so that its flesh should not even be touched (Bible Deuteronomy 14:8) not to think of eating it!

But this was the ONLY type of meat (poison) fed to and still eaten today by their slaves (the so-called Negroes).

I kept reading the menu and was floored when I read “SQUAB” further down. You probably don’t even know what squab is, but again, Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE that “No meat is good for us except that little young pigeon, called SQUAB.”

The devils don’t even offer it in any grocery stores I have ever been in, (and Grocery Stores are my passion) but yet at their own million dollar club its on the menu. THEY KNOW WHAT FOOD IS GOOD TO EAT. You don’t see any pork anywhere on the menu. Not even BEEF! No, not for the wealthy. FISH, LAMB and SQUAB. All of the foods recommended by The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) for us to eat. Maybe you will believe and follow his Teachings now that you see the devil subscribes to the same way of eating. SMH

I thank Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, to Whom Praises are Due Forever for His Divine Messenger (PBUH) and for bringing to us Light and Life, Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding that WILL RETURN US TO OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AS RULERS AND ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.
AL HAMDULILLAH!

This is the inside of the front door, but when I entered there was a high table right inside the front door. This table was covered with a gigantic arrangement of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. There were orchids in it! I specialize in flowers and I HAVE NEVER SEEN ORCHIDS AS PART OF A FLORAL ARRANGEMENT. They are always sold individually.

The Library

I didn’t see one T.V. in the building, nor in any of the scores of pictures I saw on Google. No one talking on cel phones nor sitting in solitude engrossed in a laptop. I DID however, see a young group of sharply dressed devils in business suits coming in laughing and talking and enjoying each others company.

Incidentally, there is a BROOKS BROTHERS built into the building.
I found Hakim a pair of Brooks Brothers chinos at Goodwill once. I examined them meticulously. They were the most finely-crafted pair of pants I had ever held in my hands.

The club seems to pride itself on the camaraderie of its members, sponsoring regular social events and activities, encouraging fellowship. What I’m still not sure of is whether or not the club is comprised of members from all over the country or primarily Angelenos. I get the impression that they are mostly Angelenos, considering how the club was organized. But members are allowed to bring guests, so maybe the guests lodge in the rooms.

Okay, I found out the answer when I “borrowed” this picture….

This is the view from one of the rooms. I’m going to feel so self-conscious (maybe 😉 ) when I’m walking downtown. There are a lot of tall buildings downtown, and it just dawned on me that there are people in these buildings! I don’t know how many people can see me in my garments. But, I’m starting to feel very popular! And if not popular, then definitely, conspicuous. 🙂

I think a lot of the “Jonathans” are military personnel, which is not surprising, considering they’re all devils. But also because the dress code allows for military uniforms. I saw a picture of some kind of planning meeting by military personnel being held in the room in the above uppermost picture with the flags. And these two look like Mortimer and his brother from “Trading Places.”

I’ve seen a lot of pictures from weddings held at the JC, probably members, but there is a contact number on the website. I used to want to get married at Union Station. #notanymore

This is the ONLY picture I could find of the “Wellness” area of the club. But according to the Dress Code, there are workout facilities as well.

All of these pictures are from the “Town Club” located in Downtown Los Angeles. However, as I mentioned earlier, there is also a “Beach Club” which is in Santa Monica.

It’s so funny because I was in DTLA (Downtown Los Angeles) taking pictures from high above the city, while at the same time, my hubby was in Santa Monica taking pictures from high above the city and The Jonathan Club’s two locations are in DTLA and Santa Monica. And it just so happens that I went into the building today of all days. This type of “coincidence” confirms that I am on THE RIGHT PATH  (Al Sirataal Mustaqeem in Arabic) Al Hamdulillah!

The “Beach Club” has a dress code that is also listed on the brochure link above. It’s a little more relaxed but still does not allow for “street clothes” (t-shirts and sneakers).

I love the Beach and Santa Monica is particularly beautiful, especially for visitors to L.A. I envision some day having a place like this for my people. With separate pools and beaches for men and for women, of course.

It is amazing how a small detour from my destination, completely changed my view and opened my eyes to the endless possibilities which are completely attainable for the one who is willing to go out and get it. All you have to do is SUBMIT TO THE WILL OF ALLAH, do the work and He will bless you with infinite success!

I hope I have shared with you something to inspire you to do something for self like our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) implored us to.

ALLAHU AKBAR!!!!!!!!!

****UPDATE****
JULY 29, 2014

I was doing some shopping today and I looked at the Jonathan Club. Their logo was on the awnings! At first, I thought I was tripping and missed them when I was there before. But I Distinctly remember looking at the entire building and there were no markings to indicate the nature of the building ANYWHERE. But today, the logo was on ALL of the awnings. I don’t know what they’re up to after all of these years with no signage, but I do not trust those devils.

Then, guess what I saw later driving toward The Jonathan Club?

That is the same logo that is on the awnings. And today, I saw a devil and Allah told me he was rich. He didn’t look any different than any of the other devils downtown. But you can’t tell with the devil. They are not like we are. Wearing all of our money. I trust in Allah. They are probably going to try and invite me to join so I can go to their doom with them. I’m going to say, “Get Behind Me Satan!!!” And rebuke him.