I May be a Little Prejudice…

But I wouldn’t consider myself “racist.” I mean, I could be wrong depending on your rubric and personal beliefs. I know the white people who I encounter on a daily basis and send me friend requests on Facebook are a little taken aback by my approach to candidly speaking about race(ism). GOOD! The fuck is the point otherwise?

My niggas know what’s going on. I’m your nigga so i’m gonna let you know whatta gwaan, seen?! Can you tell i’m learning from my Brown comedian friends (hi Hari) to not slow and dumb things down for those outside of the culture?

So anyways, I found something I wrote in my drafts in google. Where I stumbled across some old conversations i’ve had with my significant other and.. OK, let me not digress. So I found this thing titled “unpopular opinion alert” and it’s actually something I think my white counterparts may be completely surprised by. Because, you know, i’m racist in their eyes lol. And all black people want is payback and to retaliate for what Lily and them did back in the day. Uuuh, a lot of us have coped with that and actually just want to exist on our own terms.

Be advised that I love and hate all things equally. White, black, male, female, gay, trans, on the fence – I fucking love to hate all of you who fall under the label “ignorant and/or insensitive.” I know, I know… “but you’re so insensitive.” Deal with it. I have a chip on my shoulder from being such a naive youngin’ and i’ve just accepted that.

*Unpopular Opinion Alert*

I usually take these kind of posts to the blog. I’ve actually written about it before. I don’t want anybody to take what i’m saying personal. But when inspired, I write using “The Freestyle Approach” (also written about on my blog).

I wonder how these egregiously Pro Black folk really think they will ever make America/Africa theirs. How rude. And that they are the sole original contributors to the planet. I wonder if they believe in their feeble minds that once they “defeat whitey” (whatever that even means lol) that things will just “fall in line.” The balance of the Universe will restore. Shitting me.

All I had to do to un-Hotep and humble myself was study the Indigenous People of the land. Google Pine Ridge Reservations. They “defeated” whitey with treaties right? (That’s me being sarcastic). And look what happened.

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Just saying. I read Guns, Germs and Steel by Jared Diamond. Not saying I know every got damn thing from reading a book (i’ve read 100s btw) But what i’m asking is – have you done your googles? And beyond that – Have you been to the bookstore lately? People who take the time to be intelligent write books and peer reviewed journal entries. Read some of those alongside the conspiracy theories!

The Information Age has got ignorant folks entering territories they have no business in. Hey – maybe i’m one of them? And don’t get me wrong “the dull and ignorant have their stories too” – but this isn’t the dull and ignorant hour.

OH! Shoutout to the like, 5 white people who haven’t unfriended me. Yall know my heart.

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Donald Sterling & New Slaves

Real Quick.

First thing I want to say is, word to @KanyeWest, #NewSlaves require #NewMasters. So with that being said, I don’t see what all the fuss is for. Why is it so hard to believe that an owner of a NBA team is a bigot?! Why?!

Are we still confused as to how capitalism operates? Apparently. This has inspired me to research the National Basketball Association, more specifically how it’s a private league ran and operated by, mostly, old white (Jewish) men. Much like most institutions of influence in the European version of America.

My recent trip to Colorado made it very clear how Europeans intentionally slaughtered the Indigenous population of this country to make it their own. So again, why are we shocked?

The chick, is dead ass wrong. I commend her, and am elated that this happened. But bitch, you knew from the jump he was a racist prick and you only care about advancing your personal agenda. Which is to fuck and make appearances for money. Now, I don’t knock her hustle whatsoever. By all means boo, do you. However, don’t wait until your gravy train is coming to a screeching halt to get brand new. Even if your train wasn’t ending, don’t play both sides. Be loyal to SOMEBODY. Shit.

CC: Racism; We Are All Victims, What Rappers Can Learn About Donald Sterling 

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#Racism; We’re All Victims

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Remember the Follow Your Passion Post? Well that same student and I had an argument about which was better, being black or being white. Of course I defended my ignorant position, that being black was obviously better. And as you can see, although we had this argument, we apparently got over  it and remained cordial.

I was never ashamed or felt less of because of being black. I certainly felt slighted though, and I would spend the rest of my life trying to understand how society got fixed to where black people were on the bottom. I knew in my psyche and soul that this wasn’t natural. And no shade, but this was one of those white girls, you know .. trailer park trash. She wasn’t of the affluent white or Jewish kids I knew. I didn’t realize it then, but I did later on.

This made me realize we are ALL victims of ignorance at some level. We are ALL divided to be conquered, stripped of our authenticity, re-branded, re-packaged and then sold to the masses all in the name of maintaining the Status Quo. It’s always been about the wealthy versus the poor, never about one race versus the other. It’s about Power. It’s about control. It’s about exploitation.

An environment unfortunately developed where a group of people gained superior knowledge; not superior genetics or skills. In order to maintain power and control over this sacred information, people became bigoted and prejudice. That is, powerful people of all creeds realized how beneficial an ignorant populace is and that mind control is a very good, if not the best, tool in their arsenal.

“Sometimes you gotta put the whole world on mute, when you’re on the pursuit, to find out what’s good for you // Everybody on the move tryna get their loot too, don’t be a scapegoat, don’t let them persecute you // Don’t be a fool dude, watch who you salute to, never be a tool in somebody else’s arsenal. Psychological warfare, what the fuck is going on here? // You only getting half the story, believing allegories.”

My ideology then is Multiply & Reclaim. Too many things separate us when we have so much more in common, particularly a common puppet-master pulling our strings.

I came up with this model: Input, Accountability, Mediation, Output. Be accountable for what you consume and allow into your life, be very conscious of the meaning of emotions surrounding those things, and before you continue or convince someone else to feel the way you do .. ask who will benefit and who will suffer.

It is important that our communities become educated on the principles of politics, how public policy is created and be aware of their socio-economic implications. Massive progressive reform is necessary for our economic and social development and it will only happen outside of the mainstream and through a coalition of our own Grass Roots organizations, advocacy and special interest groups.

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Fake #Money & The Real #World

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I grew up spoiled rotten. I had everything I needed in addition to virtually everything I wanted as a child. I had a new gadget and wardrobe every week it seemed. I became popular off the strength of my new shoes alone. This went on throughout my teenage years. I didn’t have my first job until I was 19 years old, mainly because I wanted one. I spent those checks on frivolous shit I already had and didn’t need more of. Shit people took the lives of others for, risking theirs. Although I was spoiled, I wanted to get out there and work to supplement my spending habits. Work is a lot more complex than I realized however, and it tied into the real world. The world of labor and wealth producing resources. This is how I got from point A to point B, from a spoiled child to the scholar I am today.

Money
Being spoiled was bittersweet because I grew up not understanding what money was or how it actually worked. My father would always tell me to save money and stress delayed gratification; I wasn’t hearing any of that (imagine my guilt when I learned about the concept of planned obsolescence). I thought there would always be an endless flow of money at my disposal. In the grand scheme of things, in terms of economics, finance and capitalism, I had absolutely zero knowledge of how money worked. In the back of my mind though, I was always curious. I read a fortune that said “you will never have to worry about a steady income” and took that to heart. Don’t worry about it, pursue it and it’ll come. I played the numbers on the back and everything, won $35 bucks. I thought I had cracked the Ancient Chinese Secret.

By the time I fully grasped the concept of money, I held an exorbitant amount of student loan debt after receiving 2 degrees from both a State and Private institution. Me. Not Mommy, not Daddy, not my friends. Just me in exit counseling both times, all by my lonesome. But… I just knew I’d graduate and get a well-paying job within 6 months of graduating, just in time to begin paying my loans back. Loans had I realized would be mine and did the math on even as a naïve 17 year old, I may have had second thoughts taking on. I went to school so I could get a good job and buy more stuff. I finished undergrad in 2009 during the midst of the economic crisis. The DC Tuition Assistance Grant Program paid for majority of my undergrad expenses. In hindsight, I wish I had just stopped there.

Oh, don’t worry. Just go ahead and get your Master’s, things’ll get better.” I was so very hesitant to continue after taking my first course, but wanted to “do the right thing.” I always finish what I start. I finished alright, with a lot more debt than before in 2009. Currently, obtaining it is thee biggest and most expensive mistake i’ve made thus far. It’s the sole regret I have to date, I just wasn’t ready.

The Real World
I always hated school but loved to learn. And even though my Master’s degree is the root of my stress, during my quest for it I discovered the source of my motivation to truth seek. It was during my Constitutional and Administrative Law course when I finally decided to reject school and follow my heart, my soul, my inner dialogue. I had learned enough to confidently challenge what didn’t make sense to me.

It was while reading the text for this course, a passage about the origin of The United States criminal justice system, that I had my Eureka moment. It was talking that Greek shit; no mention of any preceding Ancient Civilizations in which they borrowed  from. I had just spent 4 years studying an abundance of histories and cultures, including those that preceded Western Civilization. Nothing. When learning how our system of public policy was rooted in Greek Philosophy, I wondered why Greek? How can European philosophy be used to police me or any black person for that matter? I thought about all the students who weren’t as familiar with World History as I was and how they perceived this.

This was the beginning of me learning about global oppression and the identity and space created for me to be conditioned to fit into. It’s what led me to research the Federal Reserve System which just blew the lid off of everything I thought I knew about law and government, civil and human rights. I finally understood what Dr. Barnes was asking in American Government & Politics when he asked “exactly, what is government? exactly, what is politics.” Though I had guidance, I basically taught myself the most important lessons.

Learning about our system of economics and how it ties directly into controlling natural wealth producing resources, including people from across the globe, blew the lid off of imperialism, colonialism, democracy and so on. I was finally shifting my paradigm from what I had been programmed to believe; I could see the lies embedded throughout society and hidden in plain sight.

I attended a majority of classes with African adult students; this was a very precious experience I feel special to have had. My former professor was an Ambassador of Liberia to Nigeria. It was a mature environment with totally different perspectives from my own and those I’m bombarded with. We were able to form friendships and learn about each other in a space that wouldn’t have existed otherwise. I was able to speak on behalf of children of immigrants, like their own, as well as African American cultural influences on us.

A majority of my classmates intention’s were to receive their Master’s in Public Administration and return to their native countries to serve. This made me say, “well damn.” Maybe I should take my education and skills to Jamaica or somewhere it will actually benefit from, rather than falling in line and assimilating into the American way of making things better. Possibly even live The Good Life. Then I think about all the people outside of the United States who’d give anything to trade places with me at my lowest and never look back, regardless.

The real world has been a never ending rabbit hole for me. I’ve answered the most pressing questions i’ve had throughout my life and now I am able to observe and understand the world around me. I am mentally prepared for the ups and downs towards my pursuit of happiness. Money is just a medium of exchange for the things I love that have unfortunately been commodified and overpriced in the name of capitalism.

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