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The following questions must be answered one hundred per cent before submittance of Student to said, Lesson No,1.
1. Who is the Original man? The Original man is the Asiatic Black man; the Maker; the Owner; the Cream of the planet Earth – God of the Universe.
2. Who is the Colored man?
The Colored man is the Caucasian (white man). Or, Yacub’s grafted Devil – the Skunk of the planet Earth.
3. What is the population of the Original Nation in the wilderness of North America, and all over the planet Earth?
The population of the Original nation in the wilderness of North America is 17,000,000. With the 2,000,000 Indians makes it – 19,000,000. All over the planet Earth is 4,400,000,000.
4. What is the population of the Colored people in the wilderness of North America, and all over the planet earth?
The population of the Colored people in the wilderness of North America is 103,000,000. All over the planet Earth is 400,000,000.
5. What is the area in square miles of the planet earth? How much is the land? How much is the water?
The square mileage of the Earth is 196,940,000 square miles. The land is 57,255,000 square miles. The water is 139,685,000 square miles.
6. What are the exact square miles of useful land that is used every day by the total population of the planet Earth?
The useful land that is used every day by the total population of the planet Earth is 29,000,000 square miles.
7. How much of the useful land is used by the Original man?
The Original man uses 23,000,000 square miles.
8. How much of the useful land is used by the colored man? The colored man uses 6,000,000 square miles.
9. What is the birth record of the said, Nation of Islam? The said, Nation of Islam, has no birth record. It has no beginning nor ending.
10. What is the birth record of said, others than Islam? Buddhism is 35,000 years old. Christianity is 551 years old.
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…
The other evening, it hit me with startling clarity that I can’t just up and go to the beach anymore!
That almost made me want to come home IMMEDIATELY!
I took it for granted that I could just get on any number of buses and in a few minutes I would be standing before the largest body of water on the PLANET EARTH – The Magnificent Pacific Ocean – with its 68,634,000 square miles of water.
I had decided to go to the beach in the morning, then I remembered where I am! I almost went into cardiac arrest; breathing became laboured; blood temperature soared; heartrate quickened; started feeling really claustrophobic. I mean, I felt like I was going cold turkey.
I’m 44 and have never lived outside of California – grew up quite like Gidget.
**I know she’s a devil….. But Black People dig the beach just as much, if not more than devils, because A.) We created it and B.) We don’t sunburn! LOL
I even started a family BEACH Tradition!
The week before each of our children (except MaKayKay 😥 Sorry Bibi 😦 ) turned seven, we had “Farewell To Six Week” (This was even before I knew about the Messenger’s (The Honorable Elijah Muhammad’s [PBUH] Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings on the number SIX (6) and how when the number SEVEN (7) comes, that’s it for the devils. You’re not just “resting.” “Your Brother from The East is Gonna COME AND EAT YOU UP!!!“) But I always somehow just knew that the number seven symbolized a stage of completion.
Anyway, we went and had school at the Beach everydaythat entire week.
I’ll never forget when our daughter, (A.J. II / A.J.Jr.? LOL 😉 #mylifeisbonkers 😉 😛 ) Anyway, li’l A.J. suddenly came running up to the blanket where I was sitting watching her play in the water, and urgently started rummaging through our things. I was like, “What? What is it?” She finally found what she was looking for and said, “I have to put on my socks. This seaweed is getting on my nerves!!!” So, she put on her socks and ran and got back in the water, socks and all. LOL #socute #noinhibitions #beyourself #gottaluvem ❤ ❤ ❤
Li’l A.J. gave her little Brother the heads up when his seventh birthday was nigh, and told him how much fun she had had and how much he had to look forward to during his“Farewell To Six Week”. She told him he was going to love it and Remember it for the REST OF HIS LIFE!
When he turned seven (7), we had already converted to Islam, and had been practicing for three (3) years already. So, we had developed excellent behaviour patterns as well as healthy eating habits. We never really ate nuts, but we used to tear some shelled sunflower seeds up! I would buy a huge bag and we would tear into the bag before we even got to the car! SMH I feel like I could eat a big bag of shelled sunflower seeds right now while I am writing about it. 😉 But, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, ate the kind with the shells and I think I wrote a blog about it, yeah I did. Let me get the link. “Sunflower Seeds”
So, anyway, I love water just as much as any other California Girl and cannot resist putting, at least, my feet (knees… thighs… *sighs…*) in the water.
Why, when we went back to the blanket, were seagulls all in our bag of sunflower seeds??? LOL #damnbirds Honestly! The nerve! #gottaluvemtho!
btw NOLA has seagulls that sound just like LA seagulls!! They sound different in different areas of the world but for some reason NOLA and LA seagulls sound exactly the same. Yaaaay for me! I was looking for a video with beach sounds one day, when I was feeling a particular longing for the shoreline but couldn’t make it out, and some of the seagulls in some of the videos just didn’t sound right.
They were from some other areas of the country. And I wasn’t with it. These out here are on point though. And, WHY do I see seashells everywhere? I mean, really! I see more seashells walking down the street in NOLA, than I see in Santa Monica, Venice and Malibu combined EVEN EARLY IN THE MORNING!
There is also a lot of sandeverywhere. I swear I walked by a building under construction the other night and there was sand on the ground floor. I was instantly transported to Santa Monica. ❤ ❤ ❤ I SAVOURED EVERY MOMENT. 😥
So cheah, Farewell to Six Week… If you HOMESCHOOL, it is mucheaser to get away with, than if you don’t. 😉 😛 Homeschool anyway. I didn’t have the nerve yet when our daughter was younger, to take her out of the devil’s school and homeschool her completely, and caught a lot of flack when she got her report card and it showed 46 absences. LOL #leaveittome #bananas
But All Praise is Due to Allah, our son didn’t have to suffer through that! #HOMESCHOOLED
Speaking of beaches, I don’t know WHERE I’m going to find a rainstick out here, nor a decent hooglah. (that’s what we call the cardboard roll inside paper towels and t.p.) in order to make my own.
*The rainstick at the end……*
I used to get my rainsticks from Venice Beach, but I don’t know if they have a Native American store out here in NOLA. Maybe those Mardi Gras Indians that creep me out, use them. I’m trying, SweetHeart…. #HBD #only13days #lessthan2weeks!!!!! #Iloveyoustillandalwayzwill ❤ ❤ ❤ #takinitbackto’79 #RIP #BigBabyJesus 😥
I’ve seen ONE fabric store out here in NOLA, and it looked VERY High End. It was Uptown and closed when I happened by, so I didn’t – couldn’t go in. But the fabric in the window was the type The Holy Qur-an says we’ll be wearing in the Hereafter. #silkbrocade And very expensive. I guess silk would come on a hooglah….. I don’t know, wait, yeah, I bought some chartreuse silk fabric a while back, SMH 😛 #heyZawji 😉 ❤ ❤ ❤ and it came on a hooglah.
So anyway, my cardiac arrest turned out to be a false alarm, after about ten minutes, my symptoms were gone, but I’m feeling the room spin and the walls closing in a little bit as I write this. There’s got to be a beach somewhere around here, with the shells, sand and seagulls. Those three add up to BEACH anyway you order them. I forgot what that property is called. Oh Lord Jesus, I need to have another baby! LOL #tohomeschoolandstayuponmymathematics #ZAWJI #helpmeout #eitherwiththemathematicsorwiththebaby 😉 😀 #iknowyoumylove #both right? 😀 #HBDpresentnextyear?? ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ 😉 #13daze ❤ ❤ ❤ #lessthantwoweeks ❤ ❤ ❤ #upforanotherfarewelltosix? 😉 #iam! ❤ ❤ ❤ #Iloveyouforever!!! ❤ ❤ ❤
I’ve got to add BEACH, along with Southern University and Fats Domino’s house, to my list of places to find here in Nawlins’. #challenge #alwaysup 😉
My Beloved Zawji went to Southern University out here, I know it had a profound effect on his music. Oh yes, Sweet Honey-Stick, I wanted to share with you this movie that’s scheduled for the film festival out here. It’s based on the life of James Booker. I know, I know, we’re on another level……Sweet Zawji ❤ ❤ ❤
Let me see if I can find it….
I’m pissed cuz I don’t have any headphones AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
If I had gone to college out here, I would been BUCK WILD! #yaheard The Twenty-somethings are hella cool, kinda out there (confused), but alright nonetheless. I love ’em all. They’re so intelligent and just want to get the BEST life has to offer like anybody else. But, I try so hard to get them to look toward the future of our nation and not just themselves and their immediate family.
Most of them have college degrees, but come back and work in the tourism industry because they make more money. I tell them, it’s not about the Benjamins. Think of the legacy you can leave behind if you start your own business. Your children won’t have to go begging their slavemaster for a job.
Slavery is worse now than it was before Emancipation, because now we go and beg the whiteman to make us his slave. He freed us over one hundred and fifty years ago, but we still go to him for a job. We MUST change our way of thinking and think in terms of doing something for self (SELF-SUFFICIENCY).
And not just about our individual self, but our entire National “Self.” We are a Nation Within a Nation, and must think in terms of Black Nationalism. Everything we do should be with the intent of progression for our entire Asiatic Black Family in the Hells of North America, in mind.
When we go shopping, we should patronize Black business and services. When we open our own businesses, we should cater to our own people and employing our own people, instead of seeking out the money of our slavemasters; Let’s circulate our own dollars within our own community and prove to the world that we are no longer dependent on our slavemasters for anything.
We are too inclusive as a general practice. Everywhere I go out here I see devils behind programs that are supposed to benefit Black people. That is a contradiction. The people who caused our problems, cannot fix them. It would create too many problems for them.
We must solve our own problem. And that is separation from the cause. And progressively working toward a future as an independent nation with Allah (God) as our Guide.
WHY DID I GO TO THIS FREE DANCE CLASS THE OTHER NIGHT AND HAD THE TIME OF MY LIIIIIIFE!!!!????!!!!
OMG YA’LL I HAD NO IDEA…
On Sunday, they had some kind of event at the hotel and mostly bad music was blasting all night, but the DJ did play a couple bangers and I got up to take a quick peak. When I got up, I couldn’t help but dance a li’l.
Dancing is like second nature when you’re a music lover like Love Amad. But, honestly? I hadn’t bust a move in like six months. Just haven’t been in the mood, you know? With all of the changes going on in and around me. But it felt really good to let loose. So, that night was sort of a precursor to what happened the next night.
I mainly went because the notice read that they serve a “healthy” dinner after the class, and Lord Knows, I haven’t had one of those in weeks! But, I told myself not to get my hopes up because I know you (my people) very well.
When you realize there’s something someone likes, needs or wants, you do your best to make sure she doesn’t get it. I know. I know. Willie Lynch.
So, I just put it in my mind to try and have a good time.
And boy, Did I!!!
When I walked in, they were playing, “Cold Blooded” by Brother Rick.
and I was convinced I was going to enjoy the class.
But, I am from L.A. – the toughest crowd in the country.
So, I put my bags down and was immediately impressed by the instructor AND the students! They could ALL DANCE and one of them was a DEVIL!
But I stayed on anyway.
I walked around, looking at the pictures on the wall – just getting a feel of the space, but when I got where no one could see me, I went in! 😉
This is New Orleans, and good music must flow through the veins of these “Saints.” I mean how else would you explain it?
Finally, I joined the Class.
The Instructor smiled (I really dug her flavor) and the next song was some Zydeco remix of “Bad Mamma Jamma”
(My theme music NOLA style 😉 )
I let go!
Man, I was turnt up the whole class.
But, my favorite part….
She played some song where the guy says, “Shoulders, Chest, Pants, Shoes….” and I went bananas. It was like The Wop on steroids or something. I couldn’t wait until Thursday!
Oh Lord Jesus, I just watched the music video. I was so on point, the way I did it. These hoochies are lame.
FABIOLA! I MEAN FAIL!
Dinner was in the pocket. I didn’t eat the fish and told them why. It was Tilapia. But I ate the mashed potatoes even though the Messenger (PBUH) taught us to “Leave those old white potatoes alone!” But I hadn’t eaten potatoes since, I think 2008, when me and Hakim took the Greyhound to NYC. We stopped at Mickey D’s and I got some fries and a Shamrock shake. 😛 (That sounds like a dance, huh? “Say man, you know how to do that new dance, The Shamrock Shake, Brother?” LOL)
We had some cabbage and a green salad as well. Al Hamdulillah الحمد لله الله أكبر
I filled my plate then cleaned it. 😉
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The next day, this Black-owned company was celebrating their Founder’s Day and 131st Anniversary. Yes, 131st Anniversary. As in One Hundred and Thirty One Years of Doing Business in New Orleans.
I can’t believe how old everything is out here. NOLA was colonized by the French in 1718 – Almost three hundred years ago, and it is not uncommon to find businesses, neighborhoods and families that have been here a good two hundred or so years.
That is mind-blowing to me, being born in Los Angeles, which was founded in 1781, but didn’t really become the thriving metropolis it is today, until the Gold Rush of 1849 – which is barely 150 years. New Orleans has been at it twice as long.
So, I knew in my heart, that I had to go and see how this family had been in business so long.
A couple of years ago, I wanted to do a documentary on Black Businesses that had been in existence for at least fifty years, and I thought that was a long time. But here are the Rhodes, celebrating nearly three times that length.
So, I went and I did some piecing together of certain facts and discovered that basically, you really just need to have a son to carry on the business. They are going into their fourth generation. All named after the founder. 😉
Expanding into other related fields must have helped too. It’s always good to diversify.
Theirs is the funeral business. The founder saw a need for Black people to be able to obtain a decent and respectable burial shortly after the Civil War, wherein we were still being treated little better than livestock.
So, he opened his funeral service and now over the course of three generations, the Rhodes have expanded to include an insurance company also a limousine service.
I am so thankful to my Zawji and my Saviour, for bringing me here to New Orleans and giving me a first hand view of what is possible when Black People truly do something for self.
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart. I LOVE YOU!
#15moredayz #makethedayzcount
❤ ❤ ❤ ❤
One thing I hadn’t planned on was the breakdown and solitude I had to seek out after reading an article about Hurricane Katrina and how they had to process all of the corpses. Reality is a mutha. 😥
Not too long ago, I was blessed to play some music by the Great Duke Ellington. Now, I am classically trained, but ALWAYS wanted to learn JAZZ. Even as a little girl. They started me when I was seven and our piano teacher would play little riffs in the music that wasn’t always a apart of the piece. So, I would make him teach me too.
I have read music by Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Tchaikovsky and Schubert as well as many others, but this sheet music by Brother Ellington blew my mind. I still cannot believe it.
Anyway, I’m somewhat of a JAZZ CONNOISSEUR as well as HISTORIAN. So, when I came across the opportunity to read Brother Duke’s autobiography, I jumped at it!
Now, when I first started studying The Divine Supreme Wisdom Teachings of Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) I used to be a little surprised at how he used to boast. I can’t think of anything in particular right now, probably because it turned out to be the Truth.
I remember one of my cousins remarking about how braggadocious my Zawji is too. I never noticed it, but he does talk a lot of sugar honey iced tea. 😉
But, DUKE! I mean he redefines conceit! I understand that it ishis autobiography and he is afforded a certain amount of literary license. But Gotdamn! Perhaps, it’s because I’m also somewhat of a ghetto superstar, but I just can’t dig when people constantly toot their own horn!
I know fans and regular people like hearing all that syrupy stuff, but it just makes me nauseous.
Duke was popular and did the bulk of his major work during the “Big Band Era” of JAZZ. So, with the exception of a few, most of his bandmembers were largely nameless, even to me – a connoisseur.
But he dedicates a portion of each chapter to individuals with whom he has had the pleasure of working. The sundry band members suddenly have names and faces, personalities and LIVES (families, backgrounds, histories and hometowns…) He relates little anecdotes about each member and his book is really quite entertaining.
But, towards the middle, when he starts relating his associations with some of the better-known jazz artists, the little green monster starts rearing its ugly head. Yup. The Great Duke Ellington starts displaying signs of insecurity.
I had seen this huge full-page photo of my favorite Jazz singer of all time, Ms. Ella Fitzgerald, just thumbing through the book, and really could not wait to get to the part where he wrote about his experience with this phenomenal woman.
Her work with the Duke is my favorite out of her entire catalogue. I always say, the music is the most important part of any song. If the music isn’t right, the singer may as well go home. Ms. Ella has worked with a great number of distinguished arrangers, composers, bandleaders and musicians, but her work with the Duke is unequaled.
This is my favorite album
In any case, I noticed the picture, but had not gotten to that portion of the book yet.
So, before I got to Ella, I knew Duke had some issues with some of his more popular contemporaries. For instance, he grouped MILES DAVIS, JOHN COLTRANE AND DIZZY GILLESPIE in ONE section. Only devoting ONE paragraph to each Brother!!!! *Screaming at the top of my lungs*
Come on Ed! One paragraph for MILES DAVIS!!!! But Tony Bennett gets a whole page plus another paragraph?!?!?! PROBLEM!!!
Then, as if that’s not enough, he grouped Louis “Satchmo” Armstrong with his manager! I guess he knew that if he didn’t dilute Louis with somebody else, his brilliant luminosity would have shined through and overpowered and irreparably dimmed his own.
So then we get to Ella and he does the same thing.
He grouped her with one of her label execs. Talking about his relationship with the same label. Honestly, he talked more about some music he wrote for Ella than about Ella herself.
I had to stop reading. Duke loves devils. He measures his success based on the rank or social standing of the devils he services.
First, it was British royalty. Then he did a suite for some church. Now, he’s boasting about how the U.S. Government took him to the Middle East just to use him to gain friendship with their enemies (Muslim countries), who are the friends of the so-called American Negroes (Muslims by nature). But being blind, deaf, dumb and mentally dead to the Knowledge of Self, due to the poison put in him by his slavemasters, Brother Ed does not see that he is being used as a tool by his oppressors, the devil slavemasters.
He had never been to the Middle East in all of his years of travel abroad (from 1935 – 1963 when this trip took place). Now, all of a sudden, the federal government sends him on a diplomatic assignment to ten (10) or so Muslim countries.
If you thought this disagreement between the West (America & European devil countries) and Islamic states is new, you’ve got another think coming! Click here and educate yourself and your children too.
Duke admitted that they did more singing the praises of America and her allies than they did shows!
He even goes into great detail about how he defended his American slavemasters, when one of his Brothers from the Middle East criticized America for her treatment of her slaves. Blind. Deaf. Dumb and Mentally Dead. Shaking My Head.
Please Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA by the Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) and Wake Up. Unfortunately, it’s too late for Brother Duke, but you still have time. Use it wisely. Seek Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding with a hunger and thirst unequaled by any race of people in the history of the universe. We MUST increase our Intelligence, so that we may be qualified to rule the peoples of the Earth as we are destined to.
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.
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
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!”
But Black People dig the beach just as much, if not more than devils, because A.) We created it and B.) We don’t sunburn! LOL
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