Category: The Blackwoman in America

RESOLUTION

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

PROPERTY OF HIP HOP

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters & Brothers

Another year, and still no A.J.

I can only attribute it to the need for more practice.

I have been acting like I’m married, but still harbor the fear of infidelity.

I have learned to consider the other party as married.

This is working better.

I recently realized that I did “cheat” when I was married. I really think I have split personalities. I have done things that I don’t remember and that seem to have been performed by another person.

I have recalled events that occurred concurrently, while in my recollection didn’t.

So, from now on, EVERYBODY IS MARRIED, except my Zawji.

#dtno

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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

907

So, last night I learned that New Orleans, despite its big city image, is really just a glorified suburb. Not in the sense of that it is located in the area surrounding a big city, but compared to L.A. – the REAL LA – it feels just like a suburb.

Last night, when I got out of my dance/exercise class, EVERYTHING WAS CLOSED!!! I was completely baffled!!! I looked at my watch. Same time as usual. But the streets were almost completely empty.

So, I turn on the radio and pass a station and the announcer announces the scores for a football game. And then it dawned on me. I was like GTFOH!!!! Seriously??? A football game??? Zawji has been trying to prepare me for reality in America. I sort of chuckled to myself, but had no idea what the night had in store.

So, apparently Atlanta (could be because of their Southern proxiimity to NOLA or they have a good team or whatever) and NOLA have some sort of rivalry, OR it could be because it was a Thursday night, or both, but I continue down the street toward #dtno 😉 and there are all these white tents and I’m from L.A., so immediately start thinking they’re filming.

But, I get nearer and see two huge gigantic T.V. screens with the football game on and I’m like seriously? These are mostly Black people.

So, I go a little farther and can’t go down the street because it’s VIP and you have to have some kind of I.D. :/ I see about three or four tour buses, limousines and those fancy shuttles.

So, I sit down for a minute and try to take it all in.

It’s not even a home game! But, people are at the Super Dome.

So, I ride around to the front and there’s a concert going on. People are walking in that direction with lawn chairs and shit. The music is Rap and there are again, mostly Black People.

In fact, damn near everybody there was Black – the workers/employees/staff, the Po-pos/Sheriffs and the tailgaters. I don’t know if that’s because there’re just a lot of Black People in NOLA percentage wise OR IF THE DEVIL JUST HAS US THAT  CAUGHT UP IN SPORT & PLAY.

Blacks make up 59 per cent of the population in NOLA. Over Half. No wonder I love it here. In L.A., Blacks are less than ten per cent. I feel like there is so much untapped potential. Then again, maybe it is “tapped,” nevertheless, I must do what Allah ordained for me to do, come what may.

All I wanted to do was to find a quiet and peaceful place to spend some quality time with Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤ listen to some good music and just enjoy being in Love….. ❤ ❤ ❤

So then, after I spent some quality time with Zawji, I was on my way home and my fucking chain keeps coming off my bike. Thank-you, Zawji, don’t you ever for a minute think I’m ungrateful. I know you make it come off when you want to. 😛

But anyway, it came off again, and see what I’m saying, I’m walking down the block and I see something move in the street. I looked down and I thought it was a frog, but I looked closer and realized it was in actuality a toad! If I was on the bike then I might have missed it. I love you, Zawji!!!!! Happy Birthday, Bibi ❤ ❤ ❤
#6dayz!!!!

All I could think about were the little boys who grow up with toads and frogs and other cool stuff (girls too, I guess 😛 ) I mean, I used to read about boys catching tadpoles and whatnot, but this was a real toad I was looking down at.

I reached down and it let me touch it. It was hard like gravel. It stood there for a minute and it let me rub its back then another car came and I felt like I was in a real-live “Frogger” game. But I didn’t realize the danger until just now. I helped him across the street!!!

So tonight is the funeral for Smokey Johnson. I’m nervous because I love JAZZ and I don’t want to be too conspicuous. I stand out everywhere I go, but I want to blend or at least have a good time, not cry. I’m not even supposed to go to Christian’s funerals, but maybe I’ll stand outside and see if I can listen like all jazz musicians do (before they’re old enough to go in) 😛

WE MUST DO SOMETHING FOR SELF; OR ELSE!!!

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Dearly Beloved Aboriginal Black Nation of the Planet Earth, Members of the Lost and Now Found God Tribe of Shabazz in the Wilderness of North America!!!

Zawji got me thinking this morning. ❤ ❤ ❤

Minimum wage (nationally) is $7.25. Opponents of an increase argue that “Every job is not meant to raise a family on.” This might be true, but the reality is that there are Brothers trying to raise a family on these low-paying jobs.

I understand that increasing the minimum wage to $15 will cause a large amount of layoffs, but our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) taught us that We MUST Do Something For Self or we would be forced to.

My Black Brothers, I have said enough to make you nauseous, learn a trade and start your own business. If you are one of the Brothers already supporting a family, you should seek out a skilled BLACK tradesman and offer your services as an apprentice.

It is a win-win situation for each of you individually, also for our Black Nation. #winwinwin 😉

As an apprentice, you will save money and time as opposed to taking classes (but by all means do both, if you are able), earn an income while you work, and attain everything you need to start your own business – Experience, Tools/Equipment, Money and Contacts.

Take some initiative. Use the Black Pages in your town. Go online. Use Your Ambition And Better Your Condition. Don’t fear. Allah Helps Those Who Help Themselves! Believe and Trust in Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever. He Will Bless You With Prosperity. He Delights In Coming To Our Aid. But we MUST STOP PRAYING TO A DEAD JESUS for help. Jesus is dead like all the other people of his day and time and cannot hear your prayers any more than Abraham, Isaac, Ishmael or any other dead prophet. He Was Not God and The ONE True and Living God is very angry with your for making Prophet Jesus His equal.

We must give the devil back his slave-making religion. It and his names are the chains that still hold us in bondage to him. We will never be free as long as we are in the slavemaster’s dirty religion of Christianity.

My Black Brothers, your number one priority should be to open your own business and get out from under the devil’s boot. I am so sick of modern day overseers! They think they are better than the rest of us because the white slavemaster selected them to do his dirty business. I tell them, “Take the shackles off your brain, So-Called Negro! Stand with your less fortunate Brothers and Sisters and tell the devil to do his own dirty work.“

It’s 2015 and here we are STILL BEGGING THE DEVIL SLAVEMASTERS TO PROVIDE A JOB FOR US. We should be ashamed and go out and provide a job for ourselves. He said he freed us 150 years ago! But we would rather take off our hats, carry them humbly in our hands, go out and beg (march) on HIS capital steps and beg like hunting dogs.

The hunting dog who goes out and hunts for his master may get some of the meat or he may not. He is completely dependent on the whims of his master. Why does not he go out and kill his own dinner? He is not intelligent enough. But we are supposedly free; we should take a free step! And stop sitting around the slavemaster’s table, that we prepared and will have to clean when he’s finished eating the food we raised, grew, caught, fished, killed and cooked and prepared for him, begging him for a little taste!!!! Or a little more taste (higher wages). :/

He is well within his rights, to tell us, “No! I freed you a hundred years ago, Nigger, you take what I give you!”

He probably will not, because the last thing they want is for us to go for self. Who will serve them?

I am sorry, but it is what it is. We are a NATION of fifty million here in America. There are countries with far less who produce and manufacture everything they need for self. And here we are still depending on the slavemaster for EVERYTHING.

Try and buy a house from a Black-owned company, some food, clothes (and not jeans and a t-shirt – I mean, underwear, socks, foundation wear). Find a Black-owned company that produces toilet paper and towels, soap. BASIC ESSENTIALS we must have for survival, we are completely dependent AS A NATION on our former slavemasters.

We talk about voting. Who are we going to vote for? Who the hell cares? No one in office for America is going to do ANYTHING to secure a lasting, permanent independent future for her slaves, which is the ONLY solution to our problem.

In order to do that, they would have to give us what they have – LAND – wherein we can build our own country like we did for them :/ ) and be completely free and independent of our former slavemasters’ children. We MUST have some land to produce the things we need so that we can provide for ourselves – as a NATION – somewhere we can live in peace, and participate in worldly affairs, just like they do. And, Black or not, I just don’t see any American president giving us that anytime soon.

PLEASE READ MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

INVALUABLE LESSONS LEARNED

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

DRESS FOR DINNER

As-Salaam ‘Alaikum Beloved and Highly Civilized Asiatic Black Family!!!

Jail, the Hospital and Homelessness

The first time I went to jail, I learned two (2) ways of being more cultured and refined that I have never forgotten and want to share with you. I know right, JAIL? I was just as surprised as you.

1.) Always Dress For Dinner. Take a shower and change, if necessary. We should not sit down at the table unless we are completely clean and refreshed. This is civilized.

2.) Wear pajamas. Never sleep in street (day) clothes and never wear night clothes in the street (during the day). You should develop a daily regimen wherein you instinctively, dress, clean and prepare yourself for the day until it becomes habit. This is essential for our children.

In the Hospital, I learned

3.) Make up your bed AS SOON AS YOU GET OUT OF IT! Don’t even go to the bathroom or start your day until you have made up your bed. American Christians are the worst when it comes to keeping a clean house and practicing proper housekeeping. The average American child’s bedroom is a pigsty and time has to be allocated to “clean your room.”

This is unacceptable. Your child’s room should always be clean, as should yours. Cultivate the habit of putting clothes away as soon as you remove them. Toys, books, papers, etc. also should be immediately put away, so as not to accumulate. Instill these good habits in your children and you actively work on developing them yourself.

In Transitional Housing, I learned

4.) It is often necessary to perform household chores TWICE daily. I already knew to clean the toilet after every use, but the bathroom needs an overall cleaning twice a day, to maintain proper sanitary conditions. Typically, at night before retiring and at midday. Vacuuming also, often needs to be performed twice a day.

OUR FLOORS SHOULD BE SO CLEAN….

That no one has to “kiss it up to God” if they drop some food… 

That if every dish in your house broke, it would be okay to eat off the floor…

That you would be hard-pressed to find a crumb…

THE DAY YOU WERE BORN…

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

❤ ❤ ❤

JAMAL: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“SHE’S YOURS,

TAKE CARE OF HER

LIKE SHE’S MINE.

SHOW HER YOU LOVE HER.

ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

MARRY HER

AND MAKE HER YOUR QUEEN

FOR ETERNITY!!!”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

LOVE: THE DAY YOU WERE BORN

ALLAH (GOD) SAID,

“YOU’RE HERS.

SHE HASN’T BEEN BORN YET;

BUT, WHEN YOU SEE HER,

YOU’LL KNOW HER.

AND, ON YOUR 46TH BIRTHDAY,

SHE WILL BECOME

YOUR QUEEN.”

ان شاء الله

الحمد لله

الله أكبر

❤ ❤ ❤

Gonna Be “On The Radio ooh wo oh ah oh….” ;)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Why did I see my son’s doppel yesterday? OMG he looked EXACTLY like my IBNI! I would have hugged and kissed him, but his accent. That’s the only way I knew it wasn’t him. He looked EXACTLY like my son without his glasses. That is Allah’s (swt) Way of letting me know he’s alright. 😥 I miss you, Hakim. I know you see my Doppels too. I hope they look alright and not too crazy. :/ 😛 I’m doing good, Brother. 😀 This Brother was seventeen! But he was no bigger than my Ibni (13). And looked just like my Zawji! I wonder sometimes if I could be wrong about his father……. ijs Ya’ll remember what I was like back then……. #onone But, “Thanks for OUR child, Zawji!!!” 😉 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ Sorry Angie, but he should’ve never been with you in the first place. MaKayKay is MINE (Ours, rather). We’re happy that you’ve moved on, Sister. 😀 I think I told ya’ll they’re trying to get me in the Illuminati. And how all these Secret Societies (Illuminati, Boule, Masons, Fraternities, their Sister groups and the Voodou people too) are all part of the same Secret Society that is controlled by the Jews. Well, the other day, confirmed my belief, when I happened upon a Masonic restaurant and a paraphernalia store next door, but it wasn’t just Mason stuff it was GREEK stuff too. Aha! :/ But honestly, who cares?

I AM AN M.G.T. & G.C.C.!!!
THE GREATEST ORGANIZATION
FOR WOMEN IN THE UNIVERSE!!!
*flips headpiece* 

Anyway, In Sha Allah (If It Pleases Allah), I Will Be On Local Radio Station WBOK AM 1230 (OMG I just realized that’s KGJFs old address!!! 😥 I miss them. KDAY too…)

Anyway, if you’re in Nawlins, I’ll be on at 7:45 tomorrow morning (Thursday, October 8, 2015) when they do the business spotlight on the morning show, promoting “this.” 😉 #heyRakim! 😀 And if you’re in L.A., there’s a two-hour time difference so, cheah, up for FAJR, then listen to ya girl. Ya heard? 😛

This station WBOK is part of the Bakewell Media Company and I’m like, I know it’s not Danny Bakewell! But he is one of those “high-yaller” so-called Negroes and could very likely be from Louisiana. I am usually right about these things but was too much in shock to ask when I was at the station. Let me google it.

I KNEW IT!!!

That Brother is on a whole ‘nother level!

#gottaloveit #whoknew? #TRAVEL!

HERE IS THE LINK! 😀

❤ ❤ ❤

Somebody posted something about Sister Donna in this group I’m in on Facebook, and EVERYBODY AND I MEAN, EVERYBODY said she looks just like Kelly Rowland. I agree. #beautiful #RBGs

Just To Be BAYOU

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

❤ ❤ ❤

Scurry on little Lizard,

My Bibi’s on his way

To take me over to Congo Square

And show me off all day

We’ll walk together hand in hand

And dream of travel to distant lands

One day soon, don’t you agree?

If you don’t, then you’ll soon see!

My Bi, is going his Queen make me

And, HE’s the BEST a KING could me

So happy we’ll, especially me, be

Knowing I have someone

To Rescue ME.

To handle things too much for me

On Whom Allah Told Me To

Always depend

My Rock of Jamal-ter

My Faithful Friend

My One And Only

My One True Love

There is no other

Whom I Can Think Of

Or Can’t Think Of

Who Could Ever Replace

My Zawji’s Grace

And Tender-Sweet Love

That I’ve Never Felt

And Never Dreamed Of

But This Is The Day

When the Truth Becomes Manifest

There Is NO GREATER LOVE

To This I Can Attest

So, Scurry on little Lizard.

My Bibi’s on his way

To take me and Court me

And soon his Queen make me.

We’ll sit on the levee

And watch the Sunrise.

He’ll fall on one knee

And look deep in my eyes

The answer is “YES!”

Always, “Emphatically YES!”

“There is no other Brother

You are the Only Best.”

The Long Wait is Over.

Here Comes My Bridegroom.

So Dashing, So Handsome

And as Bright As the Moon.

He’s Humming a Tune

And SMILES WHEN HE SEES ME

I rush out to meet him

He joyously greets me.

Together we turn

Toward Congo Square,

And all of the music and dancing

And Black People there.

Friends and Family

Awaiting Their King

Filled With Joy

He Finally Won His Queen!!!

❤ ❤ ❤

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TRUE LOVE!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!

❤ ❤ ❤

WHO DAT?

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dear Sisters & Brothers!!

Who Dat? I always knew they said that out here in Nawlins’, but never knew why. I thought it was from some movie where I think Fats Waller said, “Who dat say who dat when I say who dat?” Or something.

But, I noticed sometimes when I go around groups of people, someone would sometimes blurt out “Who dat?” And once these people were about to fight and one of them said, “Let’s wait until the police leave!” Talking about me!

It’s kinda hurtful when people don’t trust me, especially my own people. But I’ve been accused of being an agent online before, so I just ignore them now.

Lately, I’ve been letting my appearance do the talking for me anyway. I’m getting ready for marriage. So, I just let my garment speak for itself and just answer questions from those intelligent enough to ask. Just Black People, of course. I’ve been iggin’ devils for daze.

But today, I went to this area where a Brother informed me I could find an inexpensive apartment near Congo Square.

I was disappointed. It looked neglected like Central City and there were far too many devils for my taste. Nevertheless, it beats being homeless. So, I took down some numbers.

Then, I got to a main street and was going to turn back. I don’t like living on main streets, but for some reason I end up there. :/ Zawji reminded me I’m homeless, and don’t have the luxury of being choosy.

So, I’m seeing nothing but devils in an area where there are banners on the light poles celebrating the 250th anniversary of the Oldest Black Neighborhood in America!!! Da fucc? I was instantly pissed. It was turning out to be one of those daze.

Everybody seemed to be uptight anyway and I got really fired up.

I had just seen this Brother in Congo Square selling T-Shirts celebrating Tremé – The Oldest Neighborhood for people of color” 

That part right there!

I was like BLACK!!!!!! JUST SAY “BLACK!!!!” THAT HAS BEEN A PET-PEEVE OF MINE SINCE I FIRST CONVERTED TO ISLAM. IT’S OKAY TO SAY “BLACK!!!” BLACK IS THE BEST!!!! DON’T FEEL ASHAMED TO SAY “BLACK” AND NO, NOT “BLACK-ISH” :/ 😡  BLACK AND PROUD!!!!! DAMMIT!!!!! SAY IT LOUD!!!!

 

I went in on him. Poor Brother.

So then, I’m walking down the busy street and I see a For Rent sign. It was a two-bedroom for $1800. I laughed out loud! There were more condos and street cafes designed for and by devils than Black People in THE OLDEST BLACK NEIGHBORHOOD IN AMERICA. GTFOH

And then! I see two devils filming this Brother. First I think, he’s a News Reporter, but I’ve never seen a reporter with TWO cameramen. So, I asked him what they were filming. He said something, I can’t remember. Probably something like a documentary or something. So, I asked him how did he become involved with the project. He said they were just stopping people on the street. But, I didn’t believe him because he looked like he had dressed for the occasion.

Then, I tried to tell him, he shouldn’t be taking devils around our community, especially on film because it’s just going to attract more devils. He started trying to defend himself and I turned around and that devil had his lens all up in my grille.

I told him I didn’t consent to being on film but devils think they can still do as they please. So, I just tried to convince my Brother to try and preserve something for his own kind then the devil said, “That’s racist!” So, the Brother started in on that part.

Eventually, I got fed up and walked away but I turned around and they were still filming me so I walked directly up to the camera and stared straight into the lens,

“Beloved Black Americans, read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA by The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH). The TIME OF SEPARATION from our Devil Slavemasters Has Arrived. Their time is up but we have the opportunity to be saved. We must do something for self and give the devil back the chains of mental slavery that keep us in bondage to him – His names and his dirty religion of Christianity. We must go for self.  Stop intermingling and intermarrying with them or you will become deserving of Hellfire as they are. The Time Has Come To Go For Self. Google Message To The Blackman in America and read it online for free. But stay away from Louis Farrakhan!”

Or Something Like That……..

So, the devil was trying to interrupt me the whole time, but I igged him. Then the Brother comes back, so I tried to talk to him some more. But, when he said he had already read Message To The Blackman, I knew that there was no hope for him so I just gave him the greetings and broke.

I stopped at the store to get my daily rations on the way home, and was walking past the cashier and the line ( :/ ) on my way out the door, when I overheard the cashier tell this older cat he was till a little short, as I walked past with my bag full.

I thought to myself, “My ancestors paid for everything in this bag. The owners of this store and the manufacturers who make this shit don’t even have to work. All they do is sit back, buy and sell companies and count money. They pay their slaves barely enough to get by just like in the days of physical bondage. All we can afford is food, clothes and shelter and we have to go back to them to buy it, just giving the money right back to them! Shiiiiiiiid, my shit is more than paid for. They owe me! 400 years of FREE LABOR!!!??? And this Brother can’t even afford a fucking CANDY BAR!!! So, until ya’ll designate some land wherein we can provide for ourselves the necessities of life, which you are obligated to do after we BUILT this country for you FOR FREE, under your brutal and merciless hands, I’ll just take this leather-bound journal and these vittles as collateral. Thank-you kindly, Ms. Security Guard, You have a ‘blessed day’ too, Muthafucka! PEACE!”

Behind the Wall in Nawl…….

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

So, I’m pretty positive the devils who arrested me were both KKK AND MASONS. I know, I know KKK are supposed to be Christians but Masons (Muslim sons) are the biggest liars in history.

As we came through the fence surrounding the jail, we passed two older Brothers sitting there. I wondered why.

We reached the entrance to the jail. The driver mentioned you have to push the button next to the car for someone to open the gate, but he made no move to push the button!

Then, here comes Uncle Tom, ambling all the way from his post by the fence and HE pushes the button. :/ I was floored (to borrow a word from my Dearest Zawji 😉 ).

Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, the devil had to comment on my poor Brother’s mental slavery condition, to make sure I bore witness to what is still going on down here in Dixie. I was imbibed with embarrassment.

All the Sheriffs, except one male and two females, were Black.

They let me keep my Holy Qur-an, but handcuffed me and forcibly removed my headpiece after I refused to do it myself. Then they held it hostage until I had completely finished the booking process. I was only required to remove it for the mugshot. Christians. :/

Allah (swt) Has Already Paid Them Back Their Mockery. I tried to reason with them.

“I took the picture. Can I put my headpiece back on?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you wouldn’t cooperate.”

“You asked me to do something that is completely in opposition to what Allah (God) Prescribed for me to do as a Muslim woman. Of course, I’m not going to go against my religion. I fear Allah ONLY.“

“You’ll get it when I give it to you. If I give it to you.”

We were in a huge auditorium-sized waiting room (Lock-Up) full of men (one white) and they would not allow me to cover my head, as Allah prescribed. I feel sorry for what Allah (God) Has Already done to them.

He (Allah) Has Killed three people for me (that I know of) already!

  • My neighbor
  • My landlady
  • My psychiatrist

Without me even asking!

So, one of my bitch-ass father’s doppels is ( أستغفر الله) threatening to take my headpiece permanently and I’m pacing back and forth trying to keep from losing it. (Bitch) Then one of the Sheriffs tells me to sit down. I said something smart, probably like (“I’ll sit down when I feel like it!” or something like that) and they put me in a holding cell, which was even better, because I could isolate.

Other women, eventually, were put in the cell with me. If they had to use the bathroom, the Sheriffs brought them in there, and left them. Even though there were two other single restrooms right outside the holding cell. That’s where they took me after my bodyscan came out questionable and they acted like I had something under my clothes and had to stripsearch me. I TOLD them why it came out like that, and asked them to just do another one. But Christians………

Then, they did that to this devil. I was mad they let her in there in the first place. But anyway, she went postal when they wouldn’t let her back out. Talking about, “I need my meds!!!!” SMH She started banging her shoe against the glass, but to no avail.

Eventually, she sat down and started thumbing through my Holy Qur-an. Ten years ago I would have snatched it out of her hand, kicked her in the face and called her a Universal Snooping Devil.

But, I’m older, wiser and much calmer now. I even sort of respected her for having the intelligence to even try and read it. None of the Sisters gave it a second look. But, I had to say something!

“You have to wash your hands before you touch that Book.”

She said something, washed her hands and started trying to involve me in a conversation. I wasn’t having it. She was a devil. And I don’t talk to devils.

Eventually, she went back to banging on the window, got turnt up and picked up my Holy Qur-an again.

“Give me my Book,” I didn’t like the way she was holding it.

“How do I know it’s yours?”

“Bitch, Do you not see this fucking headpiece?!?!” I thought.

“Give me my Book.” I said calmly.

“Is your name in it?”

I looked at her stale cheek.

“Hit it” Allah Demanded.

“Give me my Book.” I didn’t want to.

“Prove it’s yours.”

Then I gave her a nice jab to her right cheek.

She immediately started screaming for the deputies, who basically ignored her. Then she paused for a minute, tasting blood. “I’m bleeding!!!! I’m bleeding!!!!!”

I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been in many fights and never has anyone started bleeding. Devils are so weak-boned and stale-faced, just like Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) taught us.

I was holding in a laugh as the Sheriffs just walked by ignoring her. By now, she’s wiping blood on the glass. “I’m bleeding!!!” Everyone is paying her absolutely no attention. One of the Sisters laying on the bench, was like, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to get some sleep!” LOL

So then she got even more mad and picked up my Holy Book and slammed it on the ground.

It was on.

I attacked her and eventually the Sheriffs did come in and removed her from the cell. Which is really what both parties wanted in the first place….

* * * * *

New Orleans’ jail is so laid back compared to L.A. The inmates practically run the shit. I saw women switch dormitories, order the deputies around, and make them wait until they (the inmates) felt like going back in their cells.

When we changed into our prison garb, they just told us to put our clothes in a garment bag and turn it back in to them. They had such cute garments! They were, to borrow a phrase from my crazy neighbor who hates my guts, “Cal-Trans Orange” and came in coveralls, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts and pants. Even the sandals matched!

I tried to just put the coveralls on over my garment, but this one wanna be sergeant, peon deputy asked me if I still had on my clothes? How he knew? Your guess is as good as mine. So, I just gave them the dress, but I kept my pants-skirt on. I didn’t mind so much because I had a sweatshirt to cover my arms. I thank Allah!

I am ashamed to even tell you what we have to go through in the City of Angels. :/

Single file into the huge changing room. Face the wall. “When I say ‘Take off your shirt’ take off your shirt, fold it and put it in the plastic bag on the right side of the table behind you. When I say ‘Take off your pants’ take off your pants….” Until everybody is standing there butt naked. Then, “When I say ‘Put on your panties….'”

Yet another reason when I’m never going back to L.A. That is, unless Zawji pleases. 😉

I’m pretty sure Allah (God) Desires that I go to Harlem next. I’ve been there before tho, and I’ve been trying to get to Atlanta since January, but I’m pretty sure all the cities in the South are basically identical, with New Orleans being the standout.

I’m sayin’. I’ve met people from Birmingham, Mississippi and even ATLANTA, who came here (NOLA), so I’m like, “Why should I go there?” :/

But Zawji wants me to stay put until after his B-Day. 😀

This Duke Ellington autobio is what made me Know Allah (God) Wants me to go back to Harlem.

He AND Gordon Parks, (whose autobio I put down so I could read the Duke’s) had to go to Harlem twice before they made it. This will be my second time. So, I really have to wait for Zawji. NYE in Times Square would be fresh ta def tho. Word.

Being a CALIFORNIA GIRL, this will be my first time experiencing a real change of seasons also. I can’t wait to bear witness to the Autumn leaves and take an afternoon stroll with my Zawji.  #23days 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤

(*I once checked this c.d. out at the library and the librarian asked me if I had returned a certain c.d. and I was like “No, Something Else” 😀 LOL)

Why, when I came home the other day, I couldn’t wait to savour the days catch of a french roll and a quart of whole milk! Only to discover I had left the milk at the place where I had used the computer.

Talk about dejected!

So, I went to the hotel store and was waiting for an opportunity to come up when here comes Head of Security – “Joe Smith: American Negro.”

“Um, excuse me Ma’am. Can you come with me?”

“Do I have a choice?” :/ Really.

He led me through a part of the hotel I had never been and then to “his office” pfffff :/

I felt an opportunity to break, but thought about it too long.

TRESPASSING AND STEALING

AGAIN.

SMH

OMW TO JAIL.

AGAIN.

I HAD ONLY BEEN OUT FIVE (5) DAYS.

DAMN, GINA!

LOL

All I could think about was the numerous times the Deputies kept repeating, “And, don’t come back!” when I got released the first time.

Joe Smith: American Negro explained to the police over the phone, the nature of my crimes and please hurry.

I was not looking forward to seeing those Roman Catholic die-hards, who were so happy to see me go the first time, again.

And I really didn’t want to discover my Sweet little Sister who was so preoccupied with her children, but listened intently as I talked about the Messenger (PBUH), was still there.

That would’ve broken my heart. 😥

But there was “Sister Security” in “his office” and just like every other Southern Belle I’ve encountered here in Dixie, she was just as accommodating and convivial as she could be.

She gave me cold water and refreshments and we got to talking and discovered that we have a lot in common as far as traditional values go. She said she really wished she could be there when her 16-year-old son got home from school. And, when he called, she gave him the wisdom of a Sage. I added my two-cents and took it up to the next level.

Eventually, she buttered up Big Poppa Joe and convinced him to let me go after I promised (I really hope I didn’t give my word…) not to return.

You know I did. 😛

I hope I didn’t get you fired, Poppa. I heard you were running around the hotel looking for me. BUT, If I did, Brother, open up your own Security Service and do something for yourself. Tell those devils standing on your neck to kiss your Black you-know-what!

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But back to our story…..

When I got to the dormitory, it looked like the men’s prisons I see on the news. In L.A., every body has a cell. You might have a “cellie” or you may have one all to yourself.

This jail looked like a big bomb shelter. It was made completely out of metal plates and there were bunk beds lined up toward the rear, with some cots between them. The very back wall held five cells for the particularly unruly Sisters. One of them was only seventeen, but she was so out of control that I had to cast my eyes in another direction when they let her out. I had tried to talk to her about the Messenger (PBUH) though and she seemed to listen.

There were lunch tables in the front of the dorm.

I got my mattress and chose a top bunk in the very back. I was right next to one of Neb Love’s (Five-Footaz) Doppels and thought she would be cool to bunk next to, seeing as how she’s Leimert Park folkers. I forgot or didn’t think it would matter that she’s a lesbo.

So, everything was pretty cool at first. (I started to write ‘the first few days’, but I was only there 2 and a half :/ Time goes by at a snail’s pace when you’re incarcerated…) But the second Sister who showed a genuine interest in Islam after I got there, talked to her so meanly (? is that a word? :/  No squiggly red line underneath, so I’ma roll with it.) Anyway, I couldn’t believe it! I have only heard one person speak meaner (Zawji :/ 😉 ) I could not understand, WHY she spoke so harshly toward this Sister EVERY TIME she spoke to her. Neb might not even be paying her any attention and she would say something so cutting to her I almost felt sorry for her, but she had already lost my sympathy when she showed aversion to her salvation – ISLAM.

THEN, one night she (Neb) started banging this beat on the wall and singing some filthy song.

I ignored her and kept reading my Holy Qur-an. But, then this red devil started disrobing and dancing like a stripper. Meanwhile, I’m trying to reason with all the girls on my team not to get caught up in the devil’s wickedness, they’ve been doing that since they were in the caves and they only want us to go to hell with them……

But my efforts to enjoin them to righteousness fell on deaf ears.

Soon, the whole dorm was in an uproar, each girl, challenging her or egging her on. I’m still trying to read my Holy Qur-an and ignore it all.

Neb’s still banging away, THEN, the red devil decides to position her filth RIGHT NEXT TO MY BUNK AND STARTED HUMPING THE FLOOR!!!! I looked down in disgust. She kept it up though and I know she chose that spot just so she could affront and insult me, who was trying to be and show righteousness to my Sisters. (But who had also been, very loudly, calling her a devil all day and the day before 😉 )

I knew I had to do something or the situation would spiral out of any control. More importantly, I had to let her and everybody else in there know that she could not and would not get away with disrespecting the righteous without there being some consequences.

So, I threw my Holy Qur-an at her sinful ass.

POINT MADE.

She got up and I hopped down. She was ready to fight and everybody else was backing her up.

I was the Lone Voice Crying out in the Wilderness.

But here comes Deputy Jane to rescue me from their murderous machinations.

She took me outside and I was so happy to once again be out among the bees and trees and flowers that I barely heard her excuses.

I went back in victorious because everything was back to normal and apparently, it’s a very, very big deal when the Deputy has to escort you out. 😉 #likeaBOSS

I had a court date the very next day, which was also better than L.A. You might be up in there for two weeks before you ever see a judge. They had me in there 28 days once.

Anyway, to give you an example of how jacked up Louisiana courts are, Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) wrote about them in MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA and I just read an article about it in their own newspaper.

So, I was kind of nervous. But, I didn’t go that day because they wouldn’t allow me to bring my Holy Qur-an. I really couldn’t part with it that day and so I refused court.

But Allah is the Best Knower, because I spent all day with the Sisters who were extremely interested in Islam; answering their many inquiries and telling them everything I know that would put them on the Road to Freedom, Justice and Equality, Knowledge of Self, God and our open enemies the devil Caucasians.

But, I did go the next day and just like in L.A., if you plead guilty, you get immediate discharge – no questions asked.

But two Sisters, on two separate occasions told me they had entered a guilty plea with the public defender, but she entered a not guilty plea instead. That’s what happened to the Sister who was worried about her children. She was supposed to be out, but the devil Public Defender changed her plea without her knowledge and entirely in opposition to her original request.

The Judge and his assistant or Court mediator, or whatever she was, could not stand her (the public defender), neither could the inmates.

So, I watched her fill out my paperwork very closely and my guilty plea was entered. “Mrs. Jamillah Washington” was being released. LOL 😉 No fees. No fines. No court dates. First offence, you know…. 😉 😛

But, as the court was wrapping, some of the inmates started voicing their disapproval of the defense. (Oh yeah, before I forget, there’s a microphone where you can actually TALK TO THE JUDGE!!!!!. In L.A., if you even THINK about saying something they (the judges, attorneys, staff, Sheriffs, EVERYBODY) act like you committed murder. So, as soon as I got up there I said this secret Masonic teaching that will get you off EVERY TIME! That’s probably why I got off so easily, with No fees and whatnot. EVERYBODY else had court fees. It was so common that I began to think that that was all they cared about. THE BENJAMINS. “Can you pay today?” “$250 fine” “$60 for 12 months”…. and so on…. Also, the Judge didn’t announce over the mic that I had no fees, like he announced everybody’s fines, the public defender came and whispered it to me.

When you go to court, all you have to do is say…… Nah, I can’t go out like that. 😛

JOIN THE NATION OF ISLAM AND STUDY THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (PEACE BE UPON HIM) ACCEPT YOUR OWN (YOUR OWN GOD – ALLAH, YOUR OWN RELIGION – ISLAM AND YOUR OWN PEOPLE – THE BLACK PEOPLES OF THE PLANET EARTH) AND BE YOURSELF (A RIGHTEOUS MUSLIM) AND IN SHA ALLAH (IF IT PLEASES ALLAH) YOU WILL COME ACROSS THIS MOST VALUABLE TEACHING IN YOUR STUDIES. 😉

Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN HERE;
OUR SAVIOUR HAS ARRIVED HERE;
THE FALL OF AMERICA HERE;
HOW TO EAT TO LIVE, BOOK ONE HERE;
HOW TO EAT TO LIVE, BOOK TWO HERE;

YOUTUBE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD HERE.

LISTEN TO HIM. NOT WHAT PEOPLE HAD TO SAY ABOUT HIM.

LISTEN TO HIM THEN MAKE YOUR OWN INFORMED OPINION ABOUT HIS DIVINE SUPREME WISDOM TEACHINGS BASED ON YOUR OWN KNOWLEDGE.

CHECK OUT

WWW.NOIWC.ORG

WWW.MUHAMMADSPEAKS.COM

WWW.SEVENTHFAM.COM

GET YOUR LEARN ON. 😀

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So, anyway, some of the inmates start telling the Public Defender, she needs to go home and study some more and whatnot. So, I decided this was the perfect time to confront her about the two Sisters who told me she changed their pleas. She assured me she would never do anything like that. Naive Love Allah said, “Not even if you were convinced it was in her best interest?”

“Oh no,” she said, “I would NEVER do that!”

She sounded so sincere, I almost believed her. The Archdeceiving Devil! So then, I said,

“Well, somebody is lying, and THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER. So, I think it’s you.”

She didn’t say anything after that.

I started to take the LSAT to go to Law School. But I didn’t have any I.D. I was in the process of changing my name and I refused to get an I.D. in my slave name. So, I never took it. But I know I could be a kick-ass lawyer.

I had the study guide with me one day when Hakim (my son) and I were in an American Sign Language (ASL) class. This deaf Brother came in and inquired about the book. I told him I was studying it. He told me it was good because there are a lot of deaf Brothers in the criminal justice system who are as mistreated as any other Blackman in America, but it’s more difficult for them because in addition to a racist defender they have to have an interpreter. So, they kind of have two strikes against them. Most Blackmen only have to deal with a racist lawyer. They have to deal with both a racist lawyer AND a racist interpreter.

Okay, for the sake of my deaf Brothers, I will tell you what to say to the Judge. I love ya’ll. 😉 Just say, “I SEE YOU ARE A TRAVELING MAN.”

That’s all. He won’t say anything to acknowledge that he heard you. But don’t you say anything either. *whispering* It’s supposed to be a secret, remember? He will give you a much lighter sentence, extra time to pay your fine, if you already have one or even dismiss your case. I’ve done it several times. Every time I went back to ask for extra time to pay a fine, the Judge was like, “How much time do you need?” LIKE THAT!

In conclusion, I remember, when I was about 12, telling my mother I wanted to be a Judge when I grew up. She said I would have to be a lawyer first and I was like, “Nah.” LOL

 #kids ❤ ❤ ❤ #gottaloveem