NOT YOUR BROTHER

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

Message to the Blackman

CHAPTER 60

NOT YOUR BROTHER

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The so-called American Negroes actually believe that they have the same right as American citizens to go any place in white America they please and be accepted or allowed to enter into white society on an equal basis with the white man.

If you understood that which you are seeking to be accepted into and if you understood the nature of those whom you are seeking to integrate with you would, instead, be seeking your own people’s society or building one of your own on some land or territory separate from the American whites.

We need land wherein we can build our own society free from the tension, hatred and violence that have accompanied our race relationship with the white race of America.

When you learn that the white man is not your brother, you will readily begin to see and accept the Divine Plan that Almighty Allah (God) has in the working for our people. Who has been our aggressors and murderers ever since we have been in America? Who, by nature, was made quick to shed blood — even his own?

And how much easier it is for them to shed our blood. They are heartless, merciless, when it comes to you and me. We all know the true answer, whether you wish to bear witness with your tongues or with your hands, we know that the white man is our aggressor — the hater of good, justice and equality for you and me.

Do not expect your former slave-master’s children to give you the privileges to do as you desire in his own house. According to the Emancipation Proclamation, we as a people were proclaimed free to go for ourselves. In other words, we were on our own to build a nation of our own regardless of our hardships and barriers.

But this we did not do because we were unable and unqualified in the knowledge of self and how to build a civilization of our own. And, today our people are too afraid and doubtful even though a way is being made in this wilderness by Allah (God) in Person.

Many so-called Negroes despise and hate “Black Supremacy” without having knowledge of what this means, and yet they support and believe in “White Supremacy.”  If you say you do not support either, then you are neutral. But nay — some must rule over the other. It is the law of nature.

The ex-slaves of America desire to go to their white masters’ restaurants instead of building one for self and kind. You want to go to their schools and learn with white people who hate your very shadows.

I say to you this is a disgrace to act so dependent and loving toward a people who have been your worst enemies and who will go to war against each other before they will give you and me equal justice under their own laws.

Allah (God) is offering you heaven at once on accepting Him for your God, enjoyment and unlimited progress in the new world of universal peace and happiness, unlike anything seen, heard or imagined since the creation of the universe.

You are not American citizens or members of the white man’s world. The only American citizens are the white people who are originally from Europe. So why fight a losing battle by trying to be recognized as something you are not and never will be. I am not trying to disillusion you but merely telling you the truth.

Almighty Allah Came to make Himself known that He alone is God and beside Him there is no God His equal — I know of none His equal. I am going to do my part in representing Him in teaching His words of Truth.

We do not need soft talk when it comes to the truth, we need the thrust that will pull us off our knees from begging and put us on our feet as intelligent men and women no longer dependent upon the slave-master but striving to build an independent nation of our own as others have done before us.

We, the Black people in America, have to fight against great opposition coming to us from all sides — the ignorant Blacks and the wise, skillful whites who envy our progress in the way of self-support.

They hate the wide spread of the Truth that Allah has revealed here in the worst part of our Planet Earth. A truck load of our papers MUHAMMAD SPEAKS was set afire by the envious and jealous haters of the progress this paper is making toward getting the Truth to the mentally dead of our people. Oh seek refuge in Allah from such evil, for I know a day that is coming to them when they will wish they, too, were Muslims.

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MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN

 

 

WATTS 1965

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

(NO JUSTICE FOR THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA)

(SHOULD’VE SHOT THE DEPUTY TOO!)

As-Salaamu-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters and Brothers,

So, I used to be an avid reader of local Black newspapers. I even freelanced for one earlier in my career.

However, since becoming a Muslimah, my views toward the media have soured tremendously.

Nowadays, I just pick them up and scan them for events coming up in the community – The Calendar and whatnot.

In any case, Allah, Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises Are Due Forever, and my Habibi ❤ have me back living in Compton.

I was born here and fully feel the impact and the significance of my return home. I feel like I’ve come full circle and I can’t help but wonder why Allah Has Me Here.

I believe it’s because there are very many Black people who have not heard of the Messenger (PBUH), so this is where They Have me.

It’s also very nostalgic for me being here. I’ve only briefly taken a ride around the city and I couldn’t help but notice the dire straits the people who reside in this city live under. It is very depressing.

However, on the bright side, there are a lot of animals who live here. There are horses, roosters, dogs, cats, rats, &c. Most of the horses I’ve seen in L.A. come from Compton.

My roommate was worried about me because I walk the street like I own it. NO FEAR. I don’t even know the meaning of the word. Yesterday, this Sister threatened to kill me. I said, “You can try…“

I don’t think Master Fard Muhammad, To Whom Praises are Due Forever, Will Allow You to Succeed, Sister. HE WOULDN’T EVEN LET ME KILL MYSELF.

My teacher is The Most Honourable and Humble Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him). He Has Given Me a Thorough Knowledge of Self, God and the Devil. Once you have these, you have no fear, worry, nor grief. I don’t care where you live.

Allah (God) Has Power Over Everything. One day I had to leave with my bandana on my head. It’s my favorite color – RED. I went on down the street where I needed to go, but ALL of these cars kept turning around, slowing down to get a good look at me. No one wears red, or blue for that matter, bandanas. NO FEAR.

I WAS MAKING A STATEMENT.  https://homemakingfortheblackwoman.com/2015/04/11/banging-red-vs-blue/

My son and I lived in Watts (which is right next door to Compton) from February 2008 to June 2009, in a Transitional Housing Facility (Shelter). It was not nearly as  bad as I had expected and we were living eight families in one house and with ONE bathroom! Believe it or not – we never had to wait.

I guess everyone was just on the same frequency. It was a wonderful experience. I had always wanted to experience living in a communal type of living arrangement (think hippies) :/ ikr? But, I thoroughly enjoyed the shared chores and the closeness of living with my Sisters and their children.

Of course, they were all Christians, but I just stayed to myself, kept out of the drama and tried to be the BEST example of a Muslim follower of The Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) as I possibly could. It all worked out well and I’m grateful I had that experience.

Our Beloved Messenger (PBUH) taught us that “God Blesses The Child That’s Got His/Her Own.” So, even though I appreciate the experience, I wouldn’t want to do it again! 😉

When we lived out here, we frequented the same neighborhood businesses, the grocery store and the Library being two of them. The Sister at the grocery store had not even heard of my website and I realized that we’ve been gone for six years!

It feels like six months! 😀

I went to the Library and saw the same librarian and this Brother who used to be there six years ago. I couldn’t believe he was still there. That was kind of depressing. Absolutely no progress.

Anyway, it seemed like the Library was YELLING AND SCREAMING AT ME, “IT’S BEEN FIFTY YEARS SINCE THE WATTS RIOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Well, I NEVER Pay attention when people or signs are so overtly blatant. So, I just scanned the fliers but didn’t bother reading them. What I saw couldn’t compare with my knowledge of the events that took place fifty years ago.

That’s probably why they want me.

Sisters and Brothers, befriend your elders and benefit from their knowledge and wisdom. Some of them…… :/

When you can find an older Brother or Sister who has time and is willing to share with you their life experiences, LISTEN TO THEM.

I have a degree in Journalism and I can tell you there is nothing like a first-person account of historical events.

It’s one thing to read about something, but when you can talk to someone who actually lived it – it makes it so much more personal and they usually go into more detail.

There is this homeless Sister who “haunts” the area around my old home on Avalon and 75th Street. I used to feed her some of my delicious Bean Soup and Pies and she used to feed me her wisdom.

She had grown up in the area, living there since the fifties. So, she would tell me of things she had seen and ways and customs that have long been forgotten by most.

One day, we were talking and she started telling me about the events that led up to the 1965 Watts Riots.

Now, first let me say that my Grandmother told me that back then, in 1965, the area now known as South Central was considered Watts as well. It wasn’t just the area around the Watts Towers and whatnot. She told me her home on 49th and Broadway was considered a part of Watts back then. So, the breadth and scope of the riots was much larger than most people realize, considering today’s perception of the area that comprises Watts.

So, I picked up this newspaper and I could tell the editor had been reading my blog. Most media outlets feed off of each other, so I’m not mad. Just a little offended and annoyed that they didn’t include MY solution to the gang problem (see above) nor a note about HOW TO EAT TO LIVE for their new “food” column. :/

Anyway, the whole damn thing is about the Watts Riots fiftieth anniversary, so I feel it’s my civic duty to tell you what my friend told me.

The police had been fucking with us (Black People) left and right, as is typical for them.

The incident that sparked the “riots” was the third time someone had gotten killed by the devil po-pos in a matter of weeks. So everybody was already on edge.

Earlier that evening, my neighbor told me, she had seen the Brother driving down Avalon, just like everybody else had. He was honking his horn as he drove, waving at everybody, “I’m about to be a FATHER!!!!!!!!!”

Everybody waved back and congratulated him, thrilled and cheering him on for his good fortune.

Before he got to the hospital, members of L.A.’s finest, the Los Angeles Police Department, pulled him over for Reckless Driving and killed him.

THAT’S what started the 1965 Watts Riots!

NOW LET’S TALK ABOUT POLICE BRUTALITY…..

https://homemakingfortheblackwoman.com/2013/09/19/murdered-by-devils/

Do you think they cared that he was on his way to the hospital?

I’m sorry for you if you do! Because you are headed to be their next victim. They probably would’ve have liked to kill his baby too.

“Every time I plant a seed, he say, “Kill them before they grow!!!” – Bob Marley

CHAPTER SEVEN – “THE STAIRS”

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

So, after graduation from Pasteur, which was horrible because my mom wouldn’t let me celebrate with my friends, who were allegedly with N.E., if I remember correctly.

I had to go out to dinner with “them.” (My family) I cried. I hated/hate my mother.

I wrote that in my diary B.I.T.D. and my father read it and left her. I hate him too. I almost wish they had never hooked up. :/

I am the result of the only pregnancy they planned, so something of good came out of them. Allah is THE BEST PLANNER.

Anyway, I was also upset because ALL of my friends were going to Hamilton High. That’s where I wanted to go soooooooooooo badly. 😥 But I had to go to L.A. I didn’t know ANYBODY who was going there. 😥

But on the first day, I saw some familiar faces.

One of these faces, was this Sister who was in the same Fourth Grade class with me and my Habibi ❤ at Trinity.

We were walking near the rear gate at my school and I saw a Brother. I don’t know what it was about him, but I was immediately intrigued.

I asked Stephanie something I have NEVER asked about any Brother before or since, “WHO IS THAT?“

She casually replied, “Oh, THAT’S A.J.“

I couldn’t believe I didn’t recognize my Honey-Stick! But, I was thinking, “A.J.!?! Hmmph! He Must Think He’s All That.” At Trinity, he was Jamal. I guess he grew up and got cool.

Anyway, we hooked up, of course and became inseparable once more.

 We understand each other like other people will NEVER understand us. When our classmates ripped us apart they called us “LOONEY TUNES” We both love music. I don’t know about the Looney. But, probably to them.

We enjoy things that, it seemed, only certain people (certainly, no one we knew) enjoy together. He gets me and I understand him better than anyone else. I LOVE YOU, HABIBI! ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀

When other people made fun of us individually, we had each other. They used to try and belittle him, in front of me all the time (still do) in a useless attempt to make me stop LOVING HIM. Crumbs. NEVER. GONNA. HAPPEN.

Years later, one night at the club, he was standing near me and my so-called friends. This one was cracking on his suit so badly. I felt sorry for him. But he just acted like he didn’t even hear her. He was just watching the dance group working it out on stage. ( “THE ❤ POSSE” ) So, everybody’s watching the group and my “friend” is continually talking about my Honey-Stick, when next thing we know, he leaps onto the stage, which had to be at least four feet high and finishes the routine with the group – THE STAR OF THE SHOW!!!

(PISSED – NO RAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(W T F WERE YOU THINKING???!!!!!!!!)

EVERYBODY WAS DUMBSTRUCK, ESPECIALLY MY “FRIEND.” I don’t see how you can still befriend her, Habibi. I blocked her a long time ago. But, I have never been more awestruck in my life! I wouldn’t have believed it if I wasn’t there!

 He is a little older than I am. That’s really no excuse. I never knew that Brothers could be hurt from love. That’s no excuse. It’s true. But it’s no excuse, Sir.

I was fourteen in September, 1985. Only six (6) years after we first met. Seems like much longer. But there we were meeting again for the second time. He was “A.J.” now.

When you’re a teenager, you don’t really take the time to analyze things. Things just happen. You don’t think about why and what could be the result.

I had a journal, of course. I had kept one since I met him and our teacher (Mrs. Bacon, can you believe that? :/ I was shocked to learn there was a Mr. Bacon too) introduced us to composition books. I think I’ve owned one ever since. I have a chartreuse one now. 😀

 I hate when people tell me “No.” or “You’re not supposed to” or “You can’t do” something. I think a little bit more than ordinary people. So, I’m a rebel with a cause but without a pause.

I remember, one day we were on the stairs in this corner of the school that nobody uses.

I didn’t even know they were there. So we could isolate and listen to this little red radio we got from one of my “friends.”

Music has always been a part of our lives. In fourth grade I would write down the lyrics (I don’t know if I used to print them or write in cursive. I guess after I learned how to write in cursive I wrote them in cursive 😀 ) to the Love Songs we had the sheet music to.

I stared taking piano lessons when I was seven (7) but my mom would allow us to go to the music store and buy sheet music for R&B songs as an alternative to the classical. If I had had the notion I would have bought some Ellington.

I saw some of his sheet music for the first time about a month ago and it blew my mind! I didn’t want to stop playing. I had never seen any music written like that in my life. #nowimonamission 😀

So, we were on the stairs (supposed to be in class 😉 I don’t know why everything that’s supposed to be wrong is so RIGHT when we’re together. EVERYTHING!) listening to Patti and Michael. I HATED that song! Now, I know why. Interracial relationships are shameful!

I’m pretty sure this was after I allowed him to be the first man to kiss me. So, there was probably some making out on those stairs. But I had never been more at ease. My Habibi just makes everything right and exact.

So, when this teacher came ambling down the hall towards us, we didn’t even pay him any attention, I didn’t anyway. Until he said those dreaded three words:

“Go To Class.”

FRUIT TREES IN ABUNDANCE

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Asiatic Black Brothers and Sisters!

I recently made an update on Facebook about planting fruit seeds instead of throwing them away. Well, I think that is something worth preserving 🙂 so I thought it would be good to post a blog about it.

Just think Sisters and Brothers, if every time we ate a piece of fruit, we PLANTED the seeds as opposed to throwing them away! We would have an abundance of fruit in season and within reach at all times!

It is so easy, just take an old spoon or knife and dig a little hole, put it in the ground and cover it up. Water it if you want. But Allah (God) can take it from there.

If you don’t have the wherewithal to plant it, just drop it on some dirt. Drop it in the bushes. It will grow or it might not grow. BUT IT HAS A BETTER CHANCE THAN IF YOU THROW IT AWAY!

I walk alot and I trespass. Sorry. But curiosity is the mother of invention sometimes.

I was walking from Ontario and ended up in some city and can’t even remember the name. But I passed a house and the gate was open and I wanted so badly to see what the backyard looked like, but it wasn’t open enough and I didn’t want to get stuck. So, I didn’t go in the back of that house.

But I passed an even MORE beautiful house and the gate was open, so I went in. I went in the backyard and you could not even see the sky for the trees. There were HAWKS in these trees. But EVERY TREE BORE SOME TYPE OF FRUIT. Oranges. Lemons. Avocados. EVERY TREE. And there had to be at least fifty trees in this one backyard. EVERY TREE BORE FRUIT.

That just opened my eyes and changed my whole perspective.

I continued my walk and I passed houses that had orange trees in the front yard with hundreds of oranges, just there. I picked three or four and ate some juicy, delicious oranges on my walk.

Granted California is optimal land for fruit trees, but I don’t see what harm could come in planting seeds anywhere on the Earth. If Allah Wills, it will grow into a tree, or bush or vine. Just Plant The Seeds.

You will feel so good about yourself. And other people will see and be inspired to do the same! You just planted TWO seeds. One physical and one mental.

The Holy Qur-an uses the parable of the Tree to symbolize A Good Word and Good Deeds. Chapter 14:24, 25 reads, “Seest thou not how Allah sets forth a parable of a good word as a good tree, whose root is firm and whose branches are high,
Yielding its fruit in every season by the permission of its Lord? And Allah sets forth parables for men that they may be mindful.”

The fruits are only the fruits of our own good deeds. They are blessings which are based on our good deeds/words (good trees).

Fruits are some of the BEST foods we can eat. Let’s make them available for ourselves and our progeny. So what if you’re not there to reap the rewards? You will receive blessings in another form. Plant the seed it’s better than throwing it away.

THE TWENTY-THIRD (23RD) PSALM

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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PSALMS CHAPTER 23

The Lord (ALLAH – BLACKMAN) is my SHEPHERD (Patron)

I SHALL NOT WANT

He Maketh Me To Lie Down In GREEN PASTURES جنة

HE LEADETH ME BESIDE THE STILL WATERS

HE RESTORETH MY SOUL نفس

HE LEADETH ME IN THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS
الصِّرَاطَ الْمُسْتَقِيمَ

FOR HIS NAME SAKE
لطيفة الله

YEA, THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE
VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH
(AMERICA)

I WILL FEAR NO EVIL

FOR THOU
(MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD [SWT])
ART WITH ME

THY ROD AND THY STAFF,
THEY COMFORT ME

THOU PREPAREST A TABLE BEFORE ME
IN THE PRESENCE OF MINE ENEMIES
أحمد جمال

SURELY GOODNESS AND MERCY
 الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيمِ

SHALL FOLLOW ME

ALL THE DAYS OF MY LIFE

AND I WILL DWELL IN THE HOUSE OF THE LORD
(ALLAH – THE BLACK NATION)

FOREVER!!!!

ALLAH U AKBAR!!!!
(ALLAH IS THE GREATEST!!!)

الله أكبر

 

 

CLOSE TO YOU

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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I JUST WANT TO GET IN YOUR PROXIMITY

Clear my Head

Think of You Instead

It’s Been So Long

But I Still See Your

BEAUTIFUL GRIN

STILL FEEL MY CHEEK

NEXT TO YOUR CHEST

LIKE NOTHING ELSE

I’VE EVER FELT

BEING NEAR YOU

IS LIKE MY DREAM

COME TRUE

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

* Check out Satchmo’s socks 😀 #gottaloveit!

HIP-HOP IN THE GREAT DAY OF SEPARATION

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Beautiful and Beloved Black Planet

Yesterday De La Soul had a show. I didn’t go because their opening act was a devil. Or the dj or whatever. I hope it wasn’t the dj. Prince Paul was dope. But that b.s. in the beginning of this video is not cool. Maybe I just don’t get it. Hopefully. He let me (or rather, my employee 😉 ) interview him for my show though. Thanks P. 🙂 btw It’s not the same old water anymore…..

Anyway, I didn’t go. Devils are trying their best to get us to go to hell with them. And they are using any means at their disposal to do it.

We like hip-hop, so they use hip-hop artists to draw us in and get us to be among them. They want us to think it’s okay, even though this is The Great Day of Separation. I know the game. And I’m telling you, don’t get caught up in their hype. They are Devils and they are evil. STAY AWAY FROM THEM AT ALL COSTS.

Their time is up and they know it. But they were put here to deceive us. Read the Revelation [Bible] wherein they are described as “THE ARCHDECEIVERS.” They are trying to make us think we can all get along and live together when they know if we intermingle with them, we are committing suicide.

Ya Siin Bey had a show in dtla I didn’t go to either because the devils convinced him to use his other name on the flyer, even though his picture was on it!!!

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(This wasn’t the show, but the flyer was the same.)

I KNOW that was a source of contention for him, but he did it anyway! NOT A GOOD LOOK, AKHI.

It’s just that serious, Brothers and Sisters. This De La show was FREE!

That should give you a clearer picture of how sneaky devils are! Don’t go anywhere white people are.  I know you work with them. But don’t socialize with them. Stay with your own.

To my Black People in positions of authority: their money and offers of leadership (good jobs/power) are not worth your soul or the destruction of your Nation!

STAY WITH YOUR OWN.

 

FILTHY BROTHERS

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

As-Salaam-Alaikum Dearly Beloved Sisters!

This filthy Brother once had the audacity to say to me,

“I can still see your shape regardless of how much clothes you wear.”

 

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Can you believe that? Filthy. Don’t listen to such affronts, Sisters.

He just wanted me to change my style of dress.

I’ve gotten that before though. This one “conscious” (SMH) Brother tried to argue me down about how, “In the “Motherland” (Africa) our ancestors used to go naked.”

SWEET PEA

I told him, “Those were the ones who had strayed away from CIVILIZATION and are living a JUNGLE life.“

I told him, “The first step in CIVILIZING A SAVAGE is to teach him/her to cover his/her nakedness, Brother.”

He still wanted to argue, but I knew he just wanted to get me to show my nakedness or my form.

You have to know when to walk away. Have you ever had a debate with a five-year-old? It’s like trying to discuss Al Gebra with someone who has yet to learn the Al Fabet. (Both came from us [Black People] / Arabic)

I’m sorry Habibi ❤ , remember when I was going through that thing about how you spell your name – how it’s not transliterally correct? I posted this then, Habibi. Sorry. I Love you ❤ ❤ ❤

GOLDDIGGER OR STANDARDS

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

AS-SALAAMU’ ALAIKUM BEAUTIFUL & BELOVED ASIATIC BLACK SISTERS & BROTHERS

THERE IS A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A “GOLDDIGGER” AND A SISTER WITH HIGH STANDARDS.

I have turned down at least three millionaires. A “Golddigger” would not have.

The first thing on my list of prerequisites for a husband is RIGHTEOUSNESS. THEN the capability to SUPPORT A FAMILY. That’s all.

You don’t have to be rich and if you are let’s sign a prenup! It’s not about the Benjamins.

Food, Clothes & Shelter are all we need and even that’s secondary.

If YOU are not RIGHT none of that matters.

You have to make me smile.

Put me at ease and I CAN’T be at ease if everything is not right with you, Brotherman.

Put me at ease; and then, you can feed, clothe and shelter me.

If I’m not comfortable around you; you can keep it ALL.

I have to be content. Peace Of Mind is PARAMOUNT.

Now, I’m just saying, in general, of course you know, I’m married already. (Hey, Habibi 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤ ) I’m just saying, for you Good Brothers out there who want a woman like me (the women who read my blog), we’ve raised our standards. So, that means you’ve got to step up to meet them. That is, if you want one of us.

AND YOU KNOW YOU DO. 😉 YOU CREATED US FOR YOURSELF!!! Don’t give up on us because we may not be there nor because we may have standards you think you cannot reach. The CREATION can NEVER be better than the CREATOR. So, we can’t be better than you are. YOU CREATED US!!!!!! 

Black Sisters and Brothers, Remember that. The Blackman is the Leader of Our Nation. So, Black Brother, don’t be intimidated by a woman who has Knowledge of Self, even if she may have a little more than you have. When you meet one, PRAY AND ASK ALLAH IF SHE IS THE WOMAN FOR YOU. We were CREATED for you, so you know there’s one of us out here waiting to carry your name. But don’t let it be a slave name. (Search “A Good Name Is Better Than Gold”)

If you choose other than one of us, you are lowering your standards and not fulfilling your responsibility to YOURSELF AND TO OUR NATION. The same goes for you Sisters.

WE ARE THE BEST BY NATURE. WE ARE THE BEST NATION ON EARTH. WE ARE THE ONLY NATION ON EARTH.

Everybody else was MADE from us. WE ARE THE ONLY CREATED PEOPLE ON EARTH. They can trace their beginning back to us. And there will be an end to them. There is no beginning nor end for the Black Nation. Which is why we are not a “race.”

They are racing. We are not. We will be here Forever. They will not. Which is why they are considered a race. They are “racing” to do as much damage as they can before the end of their time. And it is here. If you marry one of them, Black Sister or Brother, you will go with them to their doom.

We are living in The Time of The Great Day of Separation. EVERY WOMAN OR MAN MUST GO TO HIS OR HER OWN.

YOU CANNOT BRING A MEMBER FROM A “race” INTO OUR BLACK NATION. YOU WILL HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH THEM.

Blackman, requalify yourself for us. Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA. YOU WILL FIND IT ON THE HOMEPAGE.

NOONE ELSE is going to LOVE you like we do. They (the races) all want you, just like they all want us. but BLACK IS THE BEST. WE WERE CREATED FOR EACH OTHER.

THE GRAFTED IS NEVER AS GOOD AS THE ORIGINAL.

The races were MADE from the CREATED BLACK NATION.

Take the horse and the donkey.
The mule is not as good as either.

Take the lemon and the orange.
The grapefruit is neither as good.

The ORIGINAL is ALWAYS the BEST.

OUR BLACK NATION is Resurrecting Back into the Knowledge of Self, and once you know yourself, who you are, you KNOW that you are THE BEST and you will NEVER SETTLE for anything less than the VERY BEST – Your Own Kind. If you do, then you don’t really KNOW YOURSELF.

 

 

CHAPTER SIX – MORE FROM LOUIS PASTEUR

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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Okay, first let me say that the proper pronunciation is “looWEE pastYUUR“. God it? Good! Let’s carry on.

At Pasteur, I wrote my first secular song, with my other clique. I still remember all the words. Anybody with a video on your phone, I would be very pleased if you record me singing my song, si vous plait. 😀 Then again….. it was secular……

Also, there was this little Brother, (My A.J.’s doppel) who could break and the only time I remember being late to class, was because I was watching him dance. He had his cardboard and everything. Me and my homegurl, Kim, would look for him during Nutrition. Fifteen minutes is not nearly long enough. We had just found him, it seemed, when the bell rang.  :/ Homeschool.

“past-YUUR”

SHELLTOES

PUMAS

FAT LACES (PLAID)

HOODIES WITH YOUR NICK-NAME ON THE BACK
(OLD ENGLISH LETTERS, OF COURSE)

STARTER JACKETS

MEMBER’S ONLYs

JELLIES

JORDACHE

POLO SHIRTS
(BUTTONED ALL THE WAY UP
w/a gold chain, of course)

PENNY LOAFERS
(w/a quarter in them 😉 )

BOAT SHOES
(WE WERE PREPPY B.I.T.D., HUH?)

(Substitute chinos/khakis for the jeans and you would have how I dressed my son – when he wasn’t in suits Allahu Akbar!)

GOLF HATS

CATCHING THE 108 TO THE FOX HILLS MALL

PIRATES BASEBALL CAPS

FARRAH FAWCETT FLIPS
PULLED BACK W/THE LITTLE COMB
ON THE SIDE 😉

“I WENT DOWNTOWN
TO SEE JAMES BROWN…..”
(DOUBLE DUTCH)

“HEY, MR. BE”
(Billy Eckstine 😉 )

MIXING FROM OFF THE RADIO
(WITH THE DUAL CASSETTE LOL)

“FRIENDS……”
I HAVE TWO.
ALLAH & MY HABIBI
❤ ❤ ❤

GREG MACK (K-DAY) IS ON THE WAVE NOW
?

WHO KNEW HERBIE HANCOCK (ROCKIT)
WAS A FAMOUS JAZZ MUSICIAN???

WHO KNEW GEORGE CLINTON (ATOMIC DOG)
WAS THE GODFATHER OF FUNK???

FIELD TRIPS TO THE CONVENTION CENTER MUSEUMS

DOUBLE FEATURES AT THE “HARTHON” MALL
LOL
(SO G.H.E.T.T.O.)
But I saw “Breakin'” there! AND “The Last Dragon”
(Hey ‘Chelle 😉 )
(Sho NUFF!!!)

BUYING 45s FROM THE WEREHOUSE
(and hanging all the covers and 12″ singles on the wall)

THUGS ON WHEELS
(mad cause I couldn’t go)

CRYING BECAUSE I COULDN’T FIND MY MUSIC CLASS
(Music classes are ALWAYS in the Boondocks. I know why though; DTP)

LEARNING THAT KICKING A BOY IN THE YOU-KNOW-WHATS WILL GET HIM TO STEP OFF
(Heeeey, T-Ski 🙂 Sorry, Homie, but you know how it iz. ❤ ❤ ❤ Glad to see you procreated. Homeboy! )

GETTING TO SCHOOL EARLY
WITH MY HALL MONITOR SWEATER
( I LOOOOVED That Sweater!
It had the Pasteur logo
w/the PANTHER
Even in Jr. High, before I had ever heard of the Panthers….
Born with the RIGHT Material…..)

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RIDING MY BIKE TO SCHOOL DOWN
WASHINGTON
(Heeyyyyy, Habibi ❤ ❤ ❤ 😀 )
W/MY EYES CLOSED
AND ALMOST GETTING STOPPED BY THE PIGS
SMH