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A Blackman’s Anger…

Posted: June 26, 2011 in Uncategorized


As I look inside of self and take inventory of what’s buried there, I find a multiplicity of demons and unresolved issues. With Father’s Day having just passed, I’ve given significant thought to the science of fatherhood and the highly important role fathers play in the lives of their children when they embrace the position. Naturally, I drew it up through my culture, as the founder of our nation is The Father Allah. The fact that we refer to the God as such makes the idea of him serving as such a figure to the Gods he taught rather self-evident. Filtering this idea even further, through the scope of our build point curriculum, “father” continues to be a resonant concept. Our language symbiotically syncs father with equality because he’s supposed to be the ultimate stabilizing force which brings balance to the cipher while maintaining it within the family structure. Our knowledge degree states that the original man is the father of civilization. An examination of the definition of civilization, made manifest in the knowledge god degree, speaks volumes about the brevity of this title. If civilization means one having knowledge, wisdom, understanding, culture, and refinement, and is not a savage in the pursuit of happiness then its father is the source of these elements. Hence, the gaping vacuum which appears when he’s not present to do this all important justice cipher born of providing them.

I have quite a bit of issue-laden Koran with my ole’ dad. He’s not a bad person by any stretch of the imagination, but as a father, he leaves much to be desired. He left C-Medina when I was power and my brother was understanding. Since then, I have enough fingers on both hands, excluding thumbs, to count the number of times I have seen him. To his credit, he always made it abundantly clear that he loved us and he also kept in touch via letters and phone calls. That being said, physical presence is required to fully be a father. Understanding cipher years have passed and I can honestly say that he and I have made very little headway with regard to truly getting to know one another. He thinks he knows me but I know he doesn’t. The dynamic between us is weird because we’re more like two dudes who are somewhat cool with each other than a father and son. That father/son bond is forged through experience and overcoming trials and tribulations together. There’s a level of trust which has to develop over time after a lot of showing and proving has taken place. Without the presence of those variables, we’re having a hard time establishing the most peace equality that we could possibly have. I don’t think he really comprehends how much I needed him at critical points in my life. He’s the one who should’ve been there to teach me how to drive. He should have built with me after I got my first shot of power u, and started drinkin’ and smokin’ and shit. When I was fuckin’ up in college we should’ve had the type of relationship that made me want to refine my self so I could make him proud. Even though I did deal with refinement, it wasn’t because I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to show and prove to my self and my ole’ Earth that I could do it, and make good on my end of the deal that he and I made when he put up some money so I could earn my financial aid back. There were so many things I had to figure out on my own because he wasn’t there to teach me, many of which I’m just now figuring out.

Am I bitter about some of the above? Indeed, at least to some degree I certainly am. Do I need to let it go? Why equal self! That sentiment yields no benefit to my psyche at all and its inherent toxicity alone should make me determined to remove it from my planet. Needless to say, this is easier said than done. I’m workin’ on it, but I need to work harder. The blackman’s experience in the wilderness of North America involves a cumulative series of events which rattle him over the course of his life. The aftershock from these rattling experiences is exhibited through the anger that we harbor, and the vices through which we strive to cope with and/or suppress it. On face value, I may not appear to be an angry person. Believe me I am. I keep it in a fine mist by retreating to a place of solitude where I can process it and prevent it from stinging others. I’m angry at my ole’ dad for leaving that hole in my life. I’m angry at myself for continually falling victim to this anger toward him. This anger of which I speak is simply a current of air self cipher it comes and goes. Every blackman has shit that he’s angry about. That anger could represent any of a number of different nurse’s needles that wage war on his mind each and every day. This isn’t a cry for pity because that’s not what we need. It’s just a statement of fact. To all the wisdoms out there take some time to build with your man about some of the things that really grind his gears and have him reverse engineer his history to their genesis. That’s how you show and prove that you endeavor to knowledge God.




Twan jumped at the chance to address this question. “Hell yeah I attach a negative stigma to em’. I mean how could I possibly respect a chick that used to bust down on camera for money? I could see it now. I’m in the world with this ex-pornstar holdin’ hands & walkin’ in the park like ain’t shit wrong. The next thing I know some dude recognizes her and yells, ‘You can’t make a hoe into a housewife nigga! That’s the bitch off 40 Ounce Bounce volume 3!’

His statement was met with immediate and pointed rebuttal. “Hold on Sun. I feel where you comin’ from with that thought but we gotta examine the queen’s question a little deeper. The fact is that every wisdom has a past, and aside from the fact that some of this chick’s history was recorded on tape, that doesn’t make her any more of a slut than a quote unquote regular woman. Think of it this way. If you never saw her on film gettin’ down, you met her and got drawn up by her only to find out that she used to do that you can’t say for sure that you would stop fuckin’ wit’ her if she kept it real and told you why she was on that during that point in her life,” Meek added.

Twan wasn’t hearin’ it. “Nigga please! When it comes to somethin’ like that ain’t no justification or acceptable excuse. If you was gettin’ money for fuckin’ and suckin’ on film I just can’t see myself gettin’ past that. It would make me look at her in a completely different light.”

Ish was now sparked and fired off a question. “So let me ask you this. Have you ever videotaped a girl having sex with you before?”

“Hell yeah, a couple of times actually.”

“And were the girls aware of the fact that you were doing so?”

“Nah, not every time. What’s your point?”

She was on his ass with the focus of a preying mantis about to strike. “I’m leading up to the point. Now would you categorize the shit that you did with those girls to be just as nasty as what you’d see on an average porno flick?”

“No, doubt” he replied.

Kevo was getting the sense that Ish might be about to either admit something that would shock the room, or at least say something to completely shut Smoove’s position down. Meek felt the same sensation but remained in a fine mist to watch it unfold. I-Refined felt confident that she knew where the queen was about to take it and wryly smirked in anticipation.

“So let’s analyze this.” Ish continued. “The things that you did with those girls were just as filthy as whatever she did with the only difference being that she got paid and neither you nor your partners got a dime. Also, the fact is she’s probably cleaner than any of the random chicks you meet and fuck because they generally make those girls get tested for STD’s before they put em’ in a film as they have to ensure the safety of everyone involved. So before she touched any of those actors both she and they were medically deemed safe for said episodes while you and your partners were not. Sounds like the porno chick got higher standards than yo ass, and she should be the one leary of you brotha’!”

Kev was blown away by the way Ish broke Twan’s position down in such a calculated fashion. Even though he felt where his boy was comin’ from, he couldn’t deny that she showed and proved. He added on accordingly.

“Yo G, I know why you feel the way you do but I can’t front, she’s technically on point.” As the queens shared a triumphant group hug and mocked Twan for having lost this segment of the debate, Shamiek concurred.

“Indeed. She’s right and exact. Even though that’s a loaded scenario you have to take all applicable variables into account. The truth on the square is that we all have skeletons in our closets and if every person that we met judged us by the things that make up our pasts then nobody would ever trust or interact with anyone else. I’m not sayin’ that to say I advocate hookin’ up with porno chicks like that but there’s a pot-hole in that cliche’ about makin’ a hoe into a housewife. A man can’t make a woman into anything that she doesn’t want to be made into. However, if she’s just and true and willing to really reverse magnetic on her behavior and overall way of life, she can get beyond a checkered past and trade it for a righteous future.”

Twan couldn’t deny the viability of the room’s retorts but he saw them to be nothing more than ideological statements which were not representative of real world perceptions.

“This shit y’all sayin’ sounds good and all, but you can’t deny that most niggaz see it the same way I do whether right, wrong, or in between.” Although she had been rather quiet Porsha felt that now was the perfect time to make the type of point that would impress Kevo. She calmly took the floor.

“That’s true Twan. Most people in general would see it your way but that doesn’t speak so much to the legitimacy of your point as much as it does to the short sighted nature of society at large. The whole concept of political correctness is nothing more than a way to police speech and give people a means by which they can shield the dark side of their lives from the rest of the world. In many cases it’s not so much what you do that’s so horrible as much as it is the way that people will perceive it. Those perceptions cause things to get overblown and as a result, people get labeled in an unfavorable way and vilified accordingly. If we were to judge people based on the now vs. the “back-then” people would be more likely to clean themselves up based on the feeling that the change in their behavior would result in a corresponding change in the perceptions that others hold of them. But when that doesn’t happen, people tend not to see a reason to change because they feel like they’re a slave to whatever label society has attached to them. So they figure if I’ll always be viewed in the same light anyway, why bother changing?”

“Build Queen!” I-Refined exclaimed. As she collected high fives from Kevo and Meek Porsha bragged, “y’all ain’t know I could drop science like that huh?”

“Science indeed,” Meek conceded. “You might has well have been comin’ straight outta 120 with that build Queen. I’m feelin’ that math. Now, to your point, bringin’ this full circle, as it pertains to men watchin’ porn…”

Kevo interrupted, “Pardon self G, but I see where you goin’ and I’m wit’ you. Let me bring it on home for the Gods. Basically, you proved our point from earlier in the conversation Porsha. It’s not so much that us watchin’ porn is bad, it’s just that it’s so commonly viewed as something that’s taboo. As such, that stigma is what causes women to get all uptight about it. That being said, if y’all saw it for what it is based on a logical perspective you’d see that it’s actually a good thing, especially for cats that’s in relationships. If you give a man the space that he needs to be himself and deal with himself in every way then he’ll be a much better man for you, and honest man with you.”


What is his own self?

Posted: June 13, 2011 in Uncategorized



I was wrong. My prediction regarding the outcome of the NBA Finals has officially been renedered a miscalculation. I didn’t really have a horse in the race so to speak, & in a way, I wanted Dallas to win. I’ve always been a sucker for the underdog, & since Miami knocked the Bulls out, I couldn’t, in good conscience, root for them. That being said, there’s a part of me that feels bad for Lebron James. Not because he lost, but because of the joy that people seem to be extracting from his defeat. Although the Heat lost as a team, in a team game, the focus is on him and his lackluster performance. It’s so narrowly zeroed in on him that it’s as if he was out there by himself as it all unfolded. As he languishses in the center of the vicious love, hell, or right triangle he’s being beaten with many stripes from every imaginable direction. I know it’s fuckin’ wit’ him bad. He ain’t comin in a fine mist before my eyes. I can easily see through those polished press conference responses & his pseudo-cavalier current of air. He’s in a shitty head space and will remain there for a while. He’s lonely and strivin’ desperately to come to terms with the fact that he’s in the wilderness of North America by himself. This country that once embraced him and showered him with admiration has reversed polarity on him. Many of those same people have become rabidly hostile toward, and obsessively critical of him. He may be God but let them tell it he’s a black devil.

I can’t imagine what the pit of his stomach felt like when the clock struck cipher and he knew that he failed to show and prove. He probably was nauseous, sad, & angry all at the same time. As he replays various aspects of the season in his mind, I know he’s being assailed by some measure of self doubt. He’s wondering if coming to Miami was the right decision. I think he’s probably asking himself if he’s bitten off more than he can chew. The sensation of chasing a determined idea and winding up unsuccessful in said undertaking causes you to question self. Lebron is wisdom equality years old. The wisdom power degree says it took 600 years of grafting to make the devil from the original man. However, it’s only taken one year for the media to figuritively make a devil out of him.

Don’t mistake this build for a King James pity party because it’s not. He brought some of this on himself as all of the above is caused by the son of man. Although I willfully bear witness to this I see how a multiplicity of variables contributed to it and he’s just an engineered product of his generation. The fact is, he had to take this loss and only he can save himself from the pain of it’s fallout. The necessity of this tribulation lies in the invaluable lessons therein. From the perspective of our cultural worldview, today yields deep mathematical significance from which the young God could benefit tremendously. Today marks the 42nd anniversary of the Father Allah’s physical death & the first day following the most intense mental death Lebron has faced in his career. Today’s degree tells us that although the Father will never come back from the fate he met back in equality born LBJ has a chance to recover. The question is how? First of all, he needs to learn who he is as a man and a basketball player. He has to take the introspective journey within and inquire, what is his own self? The next realization he will have to arrive at is that the answer will not come overnight. He will have to study himself and go through the necessary labor to refine himself. Part of falling victim to the devil’s civilization involves mathematical disorder. The born degree in the 1-14 says that we make the devil study from 35-50yrs trying to be like the original man. It is common to see original people slip into an antithetical pattern whereby they get so caught up in perpetuating an image that the colored man prescribes for them that they allow that caricature to define them and lose sight of who they are. We write our own Koran he doesn’t! The God needs to focus on his next chapter and the journey from page to page. If he approaches it from the mindset of a perpetual student he can begin to establish more equality in his life and master the science of being “him” in the process.

It is my will that he reach these moments of clarity in his own good time. He’s a young man and as the years go by justice will humble & harden him so that he takes his lumps in stride and relishes great challenges while meeting them with ferocity in mind and body. I won’t judge him based on the fact that he’s down but rather the amount of himself he’s willing to give to get up & climb Mt. Everest.


Intelligence is Fly…

Posted: June 8, 2011 in Uncategorized



My kingdom sits within a stone’s throw of the University of Chicago, which happens to be one of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning in the country. How prestigious is it you ask? Let’s just say it’s borderline Ivy League if that yields clearer perspective. The neighborhood emphatically shows & proves the God & build degres in the 1-10 in terms of the landscape. The location is on the southside of the city, which is overwhelmingly black & would therefore represent our 23 million sq. miles. However, the perimeter of the central campus is concentrated in an isolated, more white populated area called Hyde Park. This would represent the colored man’s 6 million sq. miles, of which he makes much more use than we do our aforementioned portion. For a poor righteous teacher such as my self, a daily stroll through this land on the way home from the justice is sensational & thought provoking indeed. There are so many students walking around that damn near everyone you encounter has on a backpack. The majority of them aren’t Chicago natives so they give off this carefree, “the world is my oyster” vibe which is palpable. A good number of them are foreigners so there’s a noteworthy amount of diversity. Even still, the sky high tuition alone ensures that colored people will continue daily to make up the bulk of enrollees. The segment of the Hyde Park demographic that isn’t directly linked to the university is primarily middle class, as the area is full of mansions and well kept apartment buildings. The police presence is consistent between the school cops and the CPD so, for the most part, it’s a safe place. Children ride their bikes, people work on their laptops at cafes, and students frolic or play sports on the neighboring fields.

The most detectable aspect of the neighborhood is the concentration of intelligence. It visibly permeates every square inch. From the used book stores to the Starbucks crowd everyone carries themselves in a way that screams progressiveness and elevated thought. There aren’t crackheads beggin’ or niggaz strivin to sell you weed and lose cigarettes on every corner. The students are generally between knowledge build & their early wisdom ciphers so there are just as many young people in the neighborhood as there would be in any densely populated ghetto. Mind you this area is not far from the hood at all it’s just that it’s insulated as if there was a force-field around it. However, I’ve managed to put my finger on the key difference between the ghetto youth and these kids. That difference lies in the way that they view intelligence. The university kids not only view it as an indicator of status and a source of pride, but more importantly the norm. The extremely high standards correspondent to admission filter out prospective students without an intense thirst for knowledge. I used to work on campus and have built with a lot of those kids. The professors keep a foot so deep in their asses that they spend at least culture days per week pulling all nighters during which they’re either cramming or writing papers. A syllabus for one of their freshman level classes reads like the junior level eqivalent at the average state college.

On the other end of the spectrum lie the original youth. Within just a few block radius in any direction beyond the campus borders, the intelligence is replaced by the ignorance & lacking civilization of the 85%. In stark contrast to the way that their local counterparts freely push themselves toward new thresholds of academic excellence, many of our youth won’t even go to school. If they do they act a fool when they get there. Again, i’m focusing on the perception of intelligence and not it’s potential quotient. This is not about the capacity to learn as much as it is a desire to. Young niggaz think studying and being smart are lame. I wonder if people like Lil’ Wayne, Nikki Manaj, and Woka Flocka have anything to do with it.  I don’t recall any part of my life during which being smart wasn’t important to me. At minimum I at least wanted to be perceived as such. Even when my grades didn’t reflect it, I knew that mental ineptitude was something I didn’t want to be associated with. My ole Earth not only encouraged me to expand my mind, she demanded it. At no point would she ever entertain the idea that I was dumb. She may have accused me of “acting” like a dumbass, but she made sure I knew what the operative word in the accusation was. I contend that the mental death & power of which the 85% are slaves, the original contingent I mean, is an aversion to academic elevation. Certainly there are institutional variables that figure into the equation. Regardless, the tone has to be set at a young age. There have been plenty of examples of original people who rose from humble beginnings to become renown scholars. When the future of a people rests in the hands of a generation that has no drive to maximize their potential in fields of study which form the basis of our societal functioning, said people are doomed. As long as our youth aren’t becoming proficient in mathematics, engineering, computer science, & economics we will be roped and bound by collective mediocrity.

We desperately need to usher forth a black intellectual renaissance with our youth at the forefront. To anyone who has yet to get the memo here it is. Intelligence is fly! Said quality is not only practically applicable, it’s also a performance enhancing drug on which magnetic expands. It’s expression pervades all ciphers, one of the most important of which is social science. 120 tells us that knowledge, wisdom, understanding, culture, & refinement are all posessed by civilized people. In essence, this suggests that civilization and intelligence are synonymous to a large degree. That being said, as the number of civilized people among us grows our quality of life improves and our capacity to change the world broadens. An additional byproduct of such elevation would be more harmonious cohabitation among us. When intelligent people come together as family members, co-workers, teammates, lovers, or in any other connection by which they are linked, the likelihood of one common cause being advocated increases dramatically. The reason being that thought and an exchange of ideas would likely proceed any action and equality would be more pervasive. Equal consideration typically breeds equal and more eager participation in a given movement or initiative. Take a moment to think about what Black America could be if we had more driven self-starters than stagnant losers. Pardon self, I suppose that’s too progressive a thought for this day and time…