بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
His name is Frank McComb. He’s 47 and he used to be in this group
WHAT IS UN-AMERICAN?
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PROGRAM AND POSITION
CHAPTER 80
WHAT IS UN-AMERICAN?
PART ONE
My followers and I are being accused of being un-American. We actually do not know what is American and what is un-American, as the United States of America has not instructed us as to what constitutes an American or an un-American.
Recently, the California State Senate Fact-Finding Subcommittee on Un-American Activities, in their “Eleventh Report” to the 1961 Regular California Legislature, in Sacramento, California, on pages 131-138 under the heading “THE NEGRO MUSLIMS”, are charging us with being un-American, that we now operate a school for the indoctrination of young Negroes with race hatred. (This is untrue, for we only teach them who YOU really are. They can hate or love you, it is up to them.)
You have always had private schools. First, your students not only learn to hate Negroes but are the number one murderers of Negroes. Second, we do not teach them to disregard their family names – they do NOT KNOW them.
We teach them to discard YOUR family NAMES and get their real Nation’s names, for your names are not our legal names!
On page 136, we are classified along with the Communist Party. For 34 years we have not been anything other than a peaceful people who have never carried weapons, nor have we made any aggressive moves or attacks on anyone.
The Negro Muslims! Of course, Muslims or Moslems means the same, as Mohammed and Muhammad, only one is common in English (Moslem and Mohammed). In Arabic, Muslim and Muhammad are scholarly. The so-called “Fact-Finding Committee”, we are not surprised to hear, read false statements against us, the Muslims, by the American white people. This is only their nature. They were not created to tell, teach, preach or represent the truth when it comes to the Negroes, God and the Righteous.
Usually, I do not waste my time on the untrue things that I hear or read about me and my followers, stated by our open enemies (the white people), and those of my people whom they have poisoned against self and their kind (the black race).
It is written in the scriptures of truth that the devils would put out such evil and false accusations against the Messenger of Allah and his followers in these last days of their evil, bloody world. I think Allah (God) will not allow falsehood to triumph over truth in His days.
This so-called “Fact-Finding” committee on page 131 says that my father took me to Detroit, where I attended the public schools until reaching the third grade, at which point I left home at the age of 16 and wandered from city to city serving various jail terms for vagrancy and other minor offenses, except for a term of 4-years in the Federal Penitentiary.
The truth is, I was born in Georgia, went to the public school in Georgia and was never out of the State of Georgia, until I was 25 years of age. I married and had two children and moved to Detroit in April, 1923, from Macon, Georgia, where I worked for the Southern Railroad Company and the Cherokee Brick Company, the latter as a tramroad foreman and builder.
I never was arrested and served no jail terms on any charge or charges until 1934.
Then I committed myself to the jail in Detroit after learning that the Michigan State Board of Education had arrested the Muslim Teachers of the School of Islam and the secretary of the Temple on false charges of contributing to the delinquency of minors.
This false charge was dropped, and the teachers were freed. I was at that time given 6 months probation to put our Muslim children back in the public schools under Christian teachers.
This I did not do, and I moved in September of that same year to Chicago.
The next time I was arrested was May 8, 1942, in Washington, D.C., by the F.B.I. for not registering for the draft. When the call was made for all males between 18 and 44, I refused (NOT EVADING) on the grounds that, first, I was a Muslim and would not take part in war and especially not on the side with the infidels. Second, I was 45 years of age and was NOT according to the law required to register.
The above can be verified from the court records in Detroit and Washington D.C.
The name “Poole” was never my name, nor was it my father’s name. It was the name the white slave-master of my grandfather after the so-called freedom of my fathers. They, being robbed of the knowledge of self and kind, for the past 300 years did not know what deadly harm the slave-master’s name would do to them in the way of TRUE freedom and recognition among the free and independent nations of our own and the spiritual nonacceptance by Allah (God) on the Day of Resurrection from the devil’s names.
They allowed themselves to continue to be called by the devil slave-master’s name.
But on the coming and appearance of Allah in 1930 – who taught me a thorough knowledge of the devils, the time, the resurrection and end and the judgment of the devils and their followers and the danger of being called by devil names and believing what they teach as religion – He (Allah) gave me His Name.
Later my father and all our family accepted His Name (Muhammad).
Other believers in Detroit and Chicago accepted many other of His Names, (called attributes) and His true religion and only religion of God, Islam.
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CUBBY HOLES
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Sweet Soan Papdi!
Well, it happened.
I got kicked out of the 24-hour laundromat/restaurant.
But not before I met this Brother who is in the Nation.
He used to be with Farrakhan but I think deep down he knows Fartakhan is no good.
So, we had a REALLY interesting dialogue.
I got to see how people react to Brothers teaching them and it was amazing.
THE BLACKMAN IS GOD.
I just wish more of them knew it.
AND WOULD QUALIFY THEMSELVES FOR THE RULE.
MANY DO KNOW THEY ARE GODS BUT ARE NOT QUALIFIED.
THEY JUST LIKE KNOWING THEY ARE GODS BUT DON’T WANT TO GIVE RESPECT AND HONOUR AND SUBMIT TO THE MAN (MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) WHO MADE THEM GODS AND ACCEPT THEIR PLACE
ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.
IN ORDER TO RULE,
YOU MUST BE A SUBMITTING ONE TO THE LORD OF THE WORLDS – MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE
IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER, WHERE THE BLACKMAN IS RULER (MANY PEOPLE THINK IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER THE WHITEMAN WILL STILL RULE, BUT THAT’S THE WORLD THAT IS GOING OUT NOW) WE WILL LIVE IN A THEOCRACY WITH ALLAH (GOD) AS THE HEAD. AND THE SO-CALLED AMERICAN NEGRO WILL RULE ALL OF THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH. WE ARE THE CHOSEN PEOPLE – THE TAIL THAT WILL BECOME THE HEAD, ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE PROPHECY.
BUT ANYWAY,
Unfortunately, this Brother was extremely intelligent and knowledgeable but I was smarter than he was and I hate that.
I know YOU LOVE IT.
But, as a girl, I want every Blackman to be more intelligent than I am. As crazy as it sounds, it makes me feel stupid for being smarter than they are. I know, I know, it doesn’t make too much sense but I think I feel stupid for them! I feel their stupidity and this Brother was extremely knowledgeable in the Teachings, but he has been following Farrakhan and that is what has been holding him back from reaching his full potential. Hopefully, he will begin just studying The Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and he will be unstoppable. I could sense his love and determination for knowledge and Truth. But Farrakhan was stifling him.
So, anyway, he bought me coffee and candy and then went on his way and I was making fliers and handing them out sporadically, but the actual owner was there. (I had been mistaking a doppelganger for the owner) And, he said something to me, but you know I did not want to hear it, so he touched me on my shoulder and I moved away and told him don’t touch me.
These devils have been taking liberties with the Blackwoman ever since they first brought us here to this Hell and I am NOT having it. Those days are OVER! At least with me they are. They might can pull that small time stuff over on the women who work there, but they don’t know any better. I’m an M.G.T. and you are not going to treat me like you treated my poor ancestors who were afraid of you. You will have to kill me before you disrespect me.
So, then he asked me about my fliers and I acted like I couldn’t hear him. I had on my headphones. And it is so sickening watching all those Black people in his restaurant, that is named after a Blackwoman, treating him like he’s their saviour for offering them all that poor food which is destroying their good health. Even the vegetables have meat in them!
He started his business selling meats. So, that is the foundation for his restaurant.
And here I am, a pescatarian, telling everybody how bad the food is there and giving them suggestions of other places they can go to buy GOOD food. I had just finished a blog on the same subject when the doppelganger comes and tells me I have to leave and if I come back they’re going to call the police on me and arrest me for trespassing.
So, I make him refund my money for my laundry card, tell him I’m not afraid of the police, passed out another flier, unhitched Lulu and bounced.
While I was talking to the Muslim, a Sister came up selling World’s Finest chocolates and you know I’m a chocoholic, so I told her I LOVE supporting Black businesses and the Muslim felt bad for having refused her and then offers to buy one and mine too.
Turns out the Sister was raising money for a homeless shelter and I started telling her how I am homeless and I need help with housing. She wasn’t much help being from the Mission, but it made me rethink my decision to go to that place and beg for help.
I felt I had met her there for a reason.
The Muslim tried to tell me to go anyway, but Allah is sufficient. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be here (NOLA) anyway.
So, then I went to the masjid, showered and came out fresh-dressed like a million bucks, threw on my pink M.G.T. uniform and my fly pink Chux. 😉
It was cool today. The muezzin made me laugh, I called him Akhi, and it was like he had never intruded the other day.
I stayed until ‘Isha, bought some Rollos and other goodies from Family Dollar and pushed to the Cubby Hole, which is where I am now.
I’m thinking about going to Jummuah tomorrow, but I’m really stressing because it would be an admission that they’re right, when they’re wrong. But to go to the masjid everyday except Jummuah seems kinda funny to me. But I think I’m over it now. Thanks, Papdi!
When I was leaving the masjid, this Brother came out who looked just like Philip Banks from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and as he was leaving he said, “As-Salaam-Alaikum.” And I was like, “Whassup, Uncle Phil?” cheerily. Then he goes, “Pardon me?” and I was like,
“I mean, Wa Laikum Salaam“
LOL
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HOW NOT TO STARVE TO DEATH IN NOLA
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM MA BEBIES!!!
First, I love New Orleans, but everybody is overweight and it’s only because of the food they eat here. It’s delicious but unhealthy, so everybody is overweight, ugly, stupid, sick and lives a short life. And the reason is because of the food.
Our Beloved Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) Taught us in HOW TO EAT TO LIVE, THAT WHAT YOU EAT KEEPS YOU HERE AND WHAT YOU EAT TAKES YOU AWAY. IT IS ESSENTIAL THAT WE EAT FOODS THAT GIVE AND MAINTAIN LIFE, IF WE WANT TO BE HEALTHY, BEAUTIFUL AND LIVE A LONG TIME.
GOOD LUCK FINDING HEALTHY FOODS IN NEW ORLEANS.
I went to two restaurants and ordered the veggie dishes and they couldn’t serve them to me because no one had ever ordered them. 
I LITERALLY THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH TRYING TO FIND FOOD THAT WOULDN’T KILL ME HERE.
You can get it in the French Quarter and other white neighborhoods, but try and find some food that will give you life and not kill you in the Black neighborhoods. I found a couple healthy food locations where Black people frequent but even though one of them treated me like manure, I’m going to tell you to go buy the food there because it’s healthy and they won’t treat you as bad as they treat me. (I’m Muslim)
There is a store on the corner of Esplanade and N. Villere where you can get healthy food. Pass on the sausage pizza.
THEY know it’s poison but will sell it to US because all they care about is the almighty dollar, so we must use wisdom and not buy it.
Our Beloved Messenger (Peace Be Upon Him) taught us that the foolish buyer is the one to be charged.
These places serve Mediterranean (Islamic) food and might seem foreign to you, but you must realize that the foods we are used to eating were from slavery, when we were given the worst and cheapest food you could possibly eat. We are no longer slaves and can eat whatever food WE choose now. So let’s use wisdom in our selection of food and not be dismayed by higher prices and unfamiliarity.
The money you save by buying cheap familiar food will not keep a dollar in your pocket. It will only go to the doctor or the undertaker.
Another place I’ve found that serves good healthy food that will give long life and retain your beautiful appearance and brainpower is Cleo’s on Campus and Tulane one block south of the main Library in the CBD. They are open 24 hours and have a Black chef. She’s gay, but I’m working on her. 😉
Always try and get the vegetarian dishes. They eat a lot of Eggplant and my favorite dish is Baba Ganoush. Stay away from hummus. Chickpeas are hard to digest. But even if you get meat, it won’t be fried. And they usually sell salmon, which is a good fish when it’s wild caught. Don’t get it if it’s from a farm.
There is another restaurant soon to be opening up called Jerusalem Cafe on Tulane and Broad. Some of these restaurants sell catfish, chicken strips, french fries and pizza just because they know that’s what you are used to eating but don’t buy it. Make wise selections and choose the foods THEY eat!
These restaurants are opened by people from countries where they don’t eat the divinely prohibited foods that the Christians eat (swine) so you have a better chance of finding food that won’t kill you or put you in opposition to the Divine Law of Allah (God).
I have also found that most of the places that cater to Black people also offer liquor and gambling. Both of which are in opposition to Our God, Allah, and will only make you deserving of hellfire like the people who put them there FOR you to go to hell.
I am so hurt to my heart of the condition that Black People are in here in New Orleans, where the oldest Black community in America is located – The Treme’ (you know the show on HBO ). I HATE that show by the way. It’s nothing like that here.
They don’t even know WHAT to eat to live a long, happy and healthy life where they won’t be plagued with sickness and disease.
Please, below is a website where you can find a list of places that serve foods that are not in opposition to the law of our God, Allah, (swine) and if you make wise decisions when choosing your foods you cannot go wrong.
Don’t eat ANY land flesh and keep your fish eating to fish weighing between one and ten pounds and do not eat the scavengers of the sea (catfish which is the pig of the water, tilapia, shrimp, crabs, lobsters, oysters, crawfish, clams and fish that look like animals).
Use the Internet to search for Mediterranean or Greek or Indian or African restaurants – HALAL means they don’t serve the filthy hog. But if you don’t eat any meat, you don’t have to worry about eating pork. Some restaurants use the essence of the hog for seasonings or serve the hog byproducts, but if the restaurant is HALAL or KOSHER you don’t have to worry.
GO TO THIS WEBSITE AND TYPE IN YOUR ZIP CODE
THE WEBSITE IS INTERNATIONAL SO YOU CAN TYPE IN ANY ZIP CODE IN THE WORLD
https://www.zabihah.com/index.php
BON APPETIT!
ALL I REALLY WANT IS TO BE HAPPY
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM MA BEBIES!
I feel obligated to write everyday just because our Brother, JAYSON, sent me a comment requesting daily updates and I think it’s good for therapy even when I don’t think it’s worth writing about.
Like yesterday, I just went to the masjid and it was closed but I was still able to get on the property and I was able to talk with one of the hypocrites who lives there. I will never understand how people can claim to be Muslims and put a believing Sister out on the street at night instead of letting her stay in the Masjid, even outside the masjid, but safe. Allah Will Judge them accordingly, so I’m not worried. Allah Got His Slave. They will have to answer for their own actions.
I’ve been kicked out of so-called masjids in three states so it must be the type of Islam they are practicing – claiming to be followers of Prophet Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) when his wife lived in the Masjid before they were married and they know that Maryam, mother of Prophet Isa (Jesus) live in the masjid too.
But when a Sister comes and wants to live in the masjid today they throw her out in the streets and make her vulnerable to the wickedness and evil that they know is out there in the streets instead of being good Muslims and following after the Sunnah of the Prophet they claim to love so much and follow. Hypocrites.
But it’s a nice place to get off the streets when I am able and I can shower which is worth more than gold to me. I’d rather be clean than bling. So, I’m grateful for that.
That’s all I did yesterday besides laundry. I decided to swallow my pride and go ask for help with housing. I know of a place that helped this one homeless Brother get his own house and that’s what I need but they are too expensive with my income so I’m going to see what they can help me with.
I don’t know how long I’m going to be in NO. Allah Has Been Hinting at my going to NYC again next month, so we’ll see if anything becomes of that. In the meantime, I’m going to see about housing. Pray for ya gurl!
But pray to Allah. There is no mystery god.
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Holy Qur’an 3:7-8
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
3:7 Our Lord, make not our hearts to deviate after Thou hast guided us and grant us mercy from Thee; surely Thou art the most liberal Giver.
3:8 Our Lord, surely Thou art the Gatherer of men on a day about which there is no doubt. Surely Allah will not fail in (His) promise.
AS-SALAAMU ‘ALAIKUM BEAUTIFUL AND BELOVED ASIATIC BLACK MUSLIMS BY NATURE!!!
My biggest fear used to be turning hypocrite like Malcolm and Farrakhan and so many others who used to follow the Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) but now it’s something else.
I can’t remember what it is at the moment, but I know it’s not as bad as turning hypocrite. I feel like I’ve passed that hurdle, Al Hamdulillah!!!
But, due to that fear, this is one of my favorite passages of scripture. First, it asks Allah to keep us on the Straight Path and then asks for mercy if we DO go astray.
Then it reassures us of the coming destruction of our enemies and Allah’s dependability in carrying out His Promise to us.
ALLAHU AKBAR!!!
ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!
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WHY THEY DON’T TEACH CURSIVE ANYMORE
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Beautiful And Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers & Sisters
A few years ago someone told me that a college professor told them that his students couldn’t read handwriting in cursive. She said that when the students saw cursive handwriting they asked, “What is that?“
This shocked me, but I didn’t really believe it until my son told me recently that he is the ONLY person in his whole school (High School) who can write in cursive. He’s known for it around campus. I homeschooled him and made sure that his handwriting was beautiful and perfect.
In The Holy Nation of Islam, penmanship is crucial as it is one of the most important means of communicating our thoughts and IDEAS.
Whenever an important business transaction takes place, it is made official by SIGNING YOUR NAME.
I knew the devil taking cursive handwriting out of schools was detrimental but I didn’t realize how much so until yesterday when I was debating with a Brother on Facebook.
He reminded me that to join the Holy Nation of Islam, one is required to write a letter in PERFECT penmanship. And if it is not PERFECT the letter is rejected and membership is denied.
By the devil removing cursive handwriting from his schools, he is imposing yet another obstacle in front of our children towards their progress and ultimate success.
I am still surprised at the magnitude of their evil and I know them better than anyone.
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE BROTHERS AND SISTERS, THE JOB IS ON US NOW, TAKE THE TIME AND ENSURE THAT YOUR CHILDREN KNOW HOW TO READ AND WRITE IN CURSIVE.
I will never forget when I learned how to write in cursive. My teacher spent two weeks just preparing us. We had to spend about fifteen minutes every day just making swirls on the paper. I hated it at the time because I didn’t realize how crucial it was to the beauty of our handwriting. Everyone in my class has compliment-worthy penmanship.
It is worth the time and effort to prepare your children before attempting to teach them how to write in cursive. Have them make connected circles and curvy lines before you actually begin forming letters and words. Like so:
This will ensure their handwriting is beautiful and more importantly, completely LEGIBLE.
I had no trouble writing my Saviour’s letter and it was only returned because I abbreviated Blvd. But the next time I wrote it, I didn’t include any abbreviations and it passed with flying colors (whatever that means).
Here is a website I found that offers free downloads for cursive tutorials.
http://www.k5learning.com/cursive-writing-worksheets
PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN DEVELOP BEAUTIFUL PENMANSHIP.
IT DOES NOT MATTER IF THEY HAVE ALREADY FINISHED SCHOOL.
MAKE THEM KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS.
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Benefits of good handwriting include:
- increased brain activation;
- improved performance across all academic subjects, especially in language activities such as spelling;
- providing a strong foundation for higher order skills.
This is why I’ll never sing for devils
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
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THE DEVIL CHAPTER 53 DEVILS FOOL AND DISGRACE YOU
Almighty Allah (God) and the Nation of Islam elsewhere (Asia and Africa, the Islands) are grieved and hurt to the heart to see you walking into the trap your enemies (the devils) have and still are setting for you. I am your sincere brother with the truth from your God and mine, which means your very life and the future of your children and nations of black men and women. The truth being that you should know your enemies and their tricks being played on the world of our kind. Will you listen to or read the truth? Do not take what I am teaching and writing lightly. It is the truth from your God and you shall soon bear me witness that it is the truth. Allah has said to me that we are living in the end of the world of white rule, a race whom Allah has made manifest to you and me as being real devils. They were created to rule us for 6,000 years, and then Allah (God) will destroy them from the earth and give the earth back to its original owners – the Black Nation. The time has arrived, and you must know the truth of this race and yourself and nation. You must be reunited to your own Nation. The time is ripe for your return. You will never again be slaves to any other nation. Allah will make you the head and not the tail. Accept your own! Stop destroying yourself trying to be other than your own kind and patterning after a doomed race of devils. You may say, How am I to live without going along with my enemies desires? They did not create themselves – we are their creators – our father, the Black man, feeds them. Is it not our God who created food for all? He raises the clouds from the earth and causes them to pour their water on the thirsty parts and causes the seeds to germinate and grow for your food. Can this devil whom you trust do these things? And is it not Allah (God) who has made the earth to rotate on her axis in such a way that she causes changes in seasons four times a year to satisfy life and vegetation in all parts of the earth. You are letting the devils fool and disgrace you and are taking you to hell with them! Your God, Allah, will be happy and will rejoice in feeding, clothing and sheltering you if you believe. The Bible teaches you that He fed and sheltered Israel in the desert (Exod. 16:12-15). Fear not, Allah (God) is with us. The enemies of Allah and the righteous are leading you only to evil and indecency, as the Holy Qur-an teaches you and me. They are pulling off your clothes and showing the world your shame, and you think it is right. They are used to going nude. They have nudist colonies here in America to prove it. Four thousand years ago all of Europe was a nudist colony. And your little daughters are being brought up to not be shy of indecency. You have them stripped to their trunks, all because the devils invited you to wear such styles of theirs, and you are obeying. This is to tempt the black people in becoming sharers in their doom. Your common sense teaches you that God does not approve of such filth. This should also bring you into the knowledge that the religion (Christianity) so talked and preached of by the white race is only a bait for you to swallow to become the followers of them (the enemies of God). Your loving and sweethearting them only means that you are in love with the devils in person, and you are courting death and hell fire. Believe this or leave it. Read Holy Qur-an 7:27, O children of Adam, let not the devil seduce you, as he expelled your parents from the garden (this was done by the father of this race, Yakub, 6,000 years ago) pulling off from them their clothing that he might show them their shame, he surely sees you as his host. They make fools of you and then laugh at you for being dumb enough for them to trick. (The devil scientists and rulers prepare the trap for you and the others spring it on you.) The above verse you are now fulfilling by going partly nude. You have confidence in the devils because you do not know them to be devils. You are now being taught, and there will be no excuse for your taking them for friends instead of Allah. The clothing that guards against evil is the knowledge of good and evil, the reward of good and the consequences of doing evil and the good of both. Again, the above verses (26,27) answer the lie (that you are not able to feed and clothe your children and that you should not have many children) that the devils are tricking you into birth control in order to sterilize the so-called Negroes of America. Beware, my dear sister, the tricks of your enemies and mine, the devils. YOU CAN READ THIS BOOK IN ITS ENTIRETY BY CLICKING HERE |
The Boot
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Ma Bebies!!!
Well, I got kicked out of TWO places today! I think that’s a record. I’ve been kicked out of several places before but not two on the same day!
I was chilling at this restaurant, set up my office, and there are a lot of Black people who come in and out of there, so I was handing out my fliers. It’s near the bus depot and the Library so I’ve been going there pretty much since I first landed in Nawlins.
I knew they didn’t like me because they would always overcharge me. Just hatin’ because I had money and they had to work. But I love my people so I just shined it on and kept coming back, regardless.
But today, they had had enough of my good news and pretty smile and positivity. Because, they started commenting that I only talk to the Brothers, not the white men. I think they were low-key jealous. SMH because I’m cute and can talk to (or not talk to) whomever I please. But I put more value on my intelligence and happy attitude while they’re always grumpy.
If you want to meet a grumpy person, talk to a woman with a job.
But anyway, I had to correct them and say that I don’t just talk to the Brothers, I talk to ALL the BLACK PEOPLE, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, children, senior citizens, unemployed, underemployed, homeless, prostitutes, doctors, lawyers, babies, sanitation engineers, entrepreneurs, drug dealers, musicians, crazies, smokers, construction workers, housekeepers, medical students, welfare queens &c. ALL BLACK PEOPLE.
I noticed, as I noticed at another restaurant, that they seemed to go out of their way to smile and grin at the white people but were curt and short-tempered with the Black people. And they were mad at me for ignoring the devils.
So, the manager told me I couldn’t pass out my fliers inside, I would have to do it outside. So, I said okay but kept doing it. She told me again and started talking all smart to me. So, I just smiled and talked smart back. She was mad because she had to mop the area around where I had set up.
So, I stopped handing them out in the store and went outside. I was having a good time, giving my people good news they’ve been waiting for all their lives (Message To The Blackman) and then here comes the manager talking about they can’t be babysitting my stuff. I had been there long enough, I would have to leave.
So, she wasn’t going to get rid of me that easily.
I sat back down and started making more fliers.
Then she came again and told me I had to leave.
I started cutting them.
Then I look up and there’s a pig. He tells me that they want me to leave.
So, I hand him a flier and tell him he can read Message To The Blackman at that website.
He said he’s read it before. So I tell him he can read it again and let other people know about it and finish making my fliers.
He tells me to start packing up.
I had my laptop set up, my fliers set up, my iphone and Lulu’s (my bike) basket all set up on the table.
So, I told him he looked like a Muslim. He liked that and asked why I said that. I told him because he was clean and started packing up.
Earlier, when the manager was mopping around me, I told her that bag I had set in the chair opposite me was trash too. She didn’t want to take it. I told her what if I put it on the floor? She said I would have to pick it up and throw it away because it was my trash. I told her those crumbs on the floor were mine too but she was picking those up. She got mad and just left it there.
So, when they were kicking me out, she told the pig to make me take my trash too. I just ignored them and left it right there. You wanna be mean to me for nothing? I can be mean too.
So, I told them, “See you tomorrow!” LOL
Then I started handing out fliers to all the Black people in the area. This is the most populated area, as far as Black people, in New Orleans, so you know I was right in my element.
Then I saw the homie, Keyvin, who looks and sounds just like Acey and I love the way he talks so even though he was kinda crazy, we struck up a convo, and I left with him.
I know those Sisters at the restaurant were mad because we met in the restaurant and they were hating then. Ha!
So, even though I love talking to him, he sounds JUST like Acey and some people just have voices that resonate with you, but I couldn’t take him back to the cubby hole even though I knew he wanted to go. These Brothers just wanna taste the cookie and I’m not havin’ it. I’m saving myself for A.J.
But we parted fairly amicably and I know it’s going to be cool when I see him again.
So, I didn’t have my cloak and didn’t want to be caught out late and it get cold on me, but I really wanted to play the piano. It’s just that it’s not my piano and I don’t know if the Security guards are going to trip or if there are going to be devils around and I was feeling a lot of anxiety about playing the piano.
So, I sat outside debating whether or not to go in.
Deep down I hoped that they wouldn’t let me play, solving my dilemma.
So, next thing I know, I’m singing.
Really singing.
Enjoying myself.
Then I decide to go in.
And the security guard tells me they don’t want me in there because I kept handing out my fliers after they told me not to.
Devils.
They always get a Black person to do their dirty work.
Cowards.
So, that was the second place I got kicked out of.
Thank-you for reading.
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum
Peace Be Upon You
Feeling Good
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Sweet Soan Papdi,
How are you, MY SWEET LOVE? I miss you, but I have your picture to keep me company and sometimes it’s like you’re right here with me, My Baby. I love you so much. Always have. Just….. didn’t have the confidence to think you wanted me. You were this big star, traveling and I didn’t believe you would want little old me. People change sometimes when they get famous. Like Fatima. I should have know you are too real to get big-headed.
I’m still here and always will be. I was willing to let another man care for me in your stead but I don’t think it’s worth it. The temptation to have sex is too great for me because I would have to feel some type of connection to even consider moving in but maybe if he set me up in an apartment without any strings I could get with that.
The last time I had my own place, I was bored out of my mind. Because Hakim had just left. Now that I’ve been on my own for two years, I know I’m ready. I’ve tried living with others and the stress is too great. Maybe if I could find, nah, I could not live with even another M.G.T. in peace. I would have to be dominant. But I know from over ten years of experience, SOMETHING would go down. I don’t have any faith in people anymore. Only you and Allah (swt).
My life is so crazy. I’m going to write a blog about where I am now. I’ve moved up a little, so I think I should update my memoirs, if nothing else.
I’ve got it pretty good right now. They’re letting me chill out at the masjid, which is hella cool because I can take a shower and charge my laptop and use the Internet and find some peace in this crazy world. I go to the 24-hour wash house in the mornings but the devils there are annoying. There is wifi and it’s comfortable though. I also get to meet a lot of Brothers and Sisters and do Dawah.
Why is the muezzin up here? He’s making me want to leave, and he knows it, but I’m not going nowhere. This is Baitullah and I’m welcome. He will have to answer to Allah if his intentions are less than honourable.
The Brother who told me he was going to call the police on me just left. He just asked if the Imam knew I was up here. I told him I didn’t even know he was here. Then he asked me again, which kind of confused me because how could I know if he knew or not if I didn’t tell him? But I just told him I saw him yesterday and everything was cool.
He and another Brother were discussing an A/V hookup and I was listening being nosy and do you know I gave them the most important suggestion of the whole session – where to place the camera. They were going to hang it from the middle of the ceiling. I asked them, very humbly, because you know I’m just a girl and these were two Blackmen – GODS! But I finally got up to courage to offer my suggestion. I asked them, “Why don’t you put it on the wall?” At first the A/V guy was like, “Then you’re gonna get the whole room” and I was thinking, “Zoom in” Then he says, “Or you could just zoom in.” (smile) Jedi mind powers in action.
The Brother who told me he was going to call the police on me agreed and said it would make your job more easier. I didn’t even think about that. I’ve never mounted a camera before except on a tripod. But it was true. I feel so good about that because he was trying to keep me out of here then I gave them a solution that was better than any that the TWO of them came up with!
The Queen. Your Queen. I just want you to be pleased and smile that smile that is reserved especially for me to me. You and Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Be Praised Forever, are my reasons for living.
I’m so glad it’s finally Monday! I can go practice the piano. I’m gonna go at five, In Sha Allah. They close at nine but last time I think I got there at 4:30 and that still wasn’t enough time. The devil security guard made sure I knew he was listening. Devil. He knows I don’t want any devils hearing me play and I’ve been practicing singing too. But I don’t know. I even went to the Jazz health place on Saturday because I couldn’t wait until today to practice but it was full of devils.
I found another place to get baba ganoush. There is this Sister who works there who looks like she could be your biological Sister, so you know I like her. She grew up in the Nation too but I think she’s gay. These women outchere. SMH I think it’s the food because they look like men – like physically, with men’s characteristics but you can still tell they’re girls. It’s ugly. I tell them not to cut their hair and put on dresses. Some of them have no breasts. They probably take hormones, now that I think about it. Growing up in America is the worst thing that could have happened to us. No guidance. But I am not afraid to tell them the TRUTH. No one probably ever told them to be girls. They think they are too far gone. But Allah can remove mountains. Yesterday I saw one standing with two Brothers and I told her to be herself. She said, she was. I said, Yourself is a GIRL. She got mad and said I was trying to change her. She made it sound like such a bad thing I didn’t know what to say. But I said Yeah, she needed to change. I should have told her sometimes change is good. It can be scary but when it is in your best interest, it is the only intelligent path to take.
Then I saw two Sisters, one she had just said something to, but I didn’t make the connection. Then as I approached them, she told them don’t listen to me. Then when she saw she couldn’t stop me from talking to them, she came and told them what had happened between me and her like she was surprised I didn’t know she was a girl. Which is really a good thing. Because she must feel like a girl on the inside and is not aware of how manly she looks. So anyway, one of the girls tells me that is her wife. I said, she looks like your husband! Then they got mad and started talking about my tooth, like everybody does when they can’t think of a comeback on topic. So, I just told them to “Be yourself” and broke.
They had a big second line yesterday. It was a social club second line, not like the wedding I saw in the French Quarter. It wasn’t as happy and joyous as the wedding. I have never seen such happiness in my 45 years of living. It made me sad that I couldn’t get into it. I wanted to be happy too! But yesterday was more like a parade. I heard the band coming and went outside and there it was. I loved the music but there was a float in front of it and I had to see who was on it and read the signs. The band got mad at me and stopped playing, so I kept walking.
It was the Sudan Social and Pleasure Club. I forgot when it was established. But the float was where the Sisters were. They were handing out toys for the children and alcohol to the adults. SMH and I was so disappointed because I knew the music was not coming from a band but when I actually saw it was a DJ, it just deflated my enthusiasm. But the band had stopped playing and I was at the front, so I just kept on going. Nothing is better than the live band.
I let this Sister take my picture, then this devil comes up asking if he could too. I said emphatically, NO!
So, I ended up having to come right back to where I had left the Second-Line and it was completely gone, just like that. I thought it was over and everybody went home until I was on MY way home and it seemed like everybody Black in New Orleans was on Claiborne. It reminded me of Crenshaw on a Sunday. But I think even more people. It was like the whole city came out – All The Black People. And I ended up handing out some fliers I had just made and only saw ONE devil out of all those people. I told the Brother with him that my fliers were only for Black people and he beamed!
Being out there was cool for the youngies but I just couldn’t see myself just standing out on the street doing nothing but looking at everybody. There was a club there and I guess people were inside dancing. Of course, I didn’t go in. They were also barbecuing oysters on a grill outside and I think you could get other food because I saw a Sister with some crayfish.
I found a new cubbyhole, which is much cooler than my old one because I can see the night sky (did you see the MOON!!!???) It’s also less inhabited so there’s less danger of getting caught, not to mention, I don’t have to worry about being silent so much. Al Hamdulillah!
I’m up in the air about whether or not I’m going to try and find a place next month. I’ve have such bad luck living with people, so I’m hesitant about it. But besides the rent money, I don’t really have anything to lose, except maybe my peace of mind, which is priceless. My cubby holes are the most peaceful places I’ve lived in my entire 45 years. And minus the risk of getting caught and arrested for trespassing, I would live there forever. But Allah is the Best Knower and since it seems like He Wants me here in Rawlins, I might as well go legit. Pray for me to retain my peace of mind.
I know a devil who rents out efficiencies (that’s what they call bachelors now) and I’ve had such bad luck renting from this Blackwoman that I’m even willing to give the devil a try. At least, I KNOW she’s a devil. Black people can fool you sometimes. And that hurts. Not to mention the stress of having to admit that my own people are doing me dirty.
OMG, you know I play too much, right? Well, last night at the Second Line hangout, there were these two Brothers – I didn’t realize they were with some Sisters until it was too late. Anyway, they were Both some cute little youngies and one of them – the Alpha – decided he was going to ignore me and pretend like he was sleep and whatnot.
So, I gave a flier to his friend and the Alpha was sitting there with his mouth hanging open, so I very slowly and gingerly stuck the flier in his mouth! ROFL!!!! Why did he want to kill me after that? LOL These Nawlins’ Brothers get so pissed off!!! It is so funny. This is the third time I’ve got some Brother really really pissed at me. And I was just playin’! He was cussing me out and his friend was laughing. I was trying so hard to be sorry, but I think he knew how funny I thought it was because he kept getting madder and madder. But it’s hard for me to believe they’re really that mad at me. I feel like they’re faking it just to get to me or something. I mean really? But the situation kept escalating and then the Sisters didn’t like all the attention I was getting and they started player-hating and I had to just leave. But I laughed all the way home. That was some funny stuff.
If I didn’t leave when I did he probably would’ve hit me. LOL
California guys like when I do crazy stuff to them, like the time I slapped Cosby in his sleep. He couldn’t believe I did that, but he liked my fyah and unpredictability. New Orleans Brothers are so sensitive. I have to practically get on my knees and beg them to forgive me and they still don’t. LOL Gotta love it.
Love Ya, My Bebie!
~ LOVE ALLAH ❤️
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