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  1. 4 points
    O black woman, do you know who you are? It is you for whom the birds sing when the dawn opens itself for inspection. It is the glow in your eyes that the stars imitate when they sparkle. It is the color of your flava that makes the rainbow dull in comparison, and it is via your beauty that we can physically witness God’s artistry.-Gibran-• O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the secret that only reveals itself when a man is truly ready to experience the joy of having his dream transformed into reality. You are God’s private blessing to men who know what to do within the point between birth and death. To dwell within the kingdom of YOU is where heaven begins. -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are both the starting point and the finish line for everything I could ever aspire to be. You are a force of nature that has broken my shackles so that I can walk freely. You have erased my doubts so that I can think clearly. You have repaired my broken wings so that I can soar beside you. -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the magic that awes the universe, the splendor that amazes the earth, and the glory that makes men heart beat with pride when they attempt to possess u. -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the beautiful gift that God left on the doorstep of my heart. You are that special moment in time when nothing else matters but most importantly, you are YOU! Unmistakably YOU! -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are the sunshine that lights my life from within. You are the fire that warms every fiber of my being and that illuminates my path so that I am never afraid of the darkness. -Gibran- • O black woman, did u know that when I stare in the skies the stars spell your name? I feel your touch in the wind and I see your face in the clouds. And when I stand under the shadow of your smile, I find shelter from the storm. -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who you are? You are that warm safe place where all roads lead at the end of a day when I have slayed all my dragons and find that all of my strength comes from you. You melt on my life and I become complete. -Gibran- • O black woman, do you know who u are? You are chocolate, dipped in mystery, a specially-designed flava whose smile is brighter than the rainbow. -Gibran-
  2. 3 points
    Well, we were acquaintances, not friends since we did not run in the same circles because she was, as we used to call them, "sanctified", a member of the Church of God in Christ which back then forbade its women to wear lipstick, and frowned on drinking and smoking and dancing and playing cards. So her life was pretty much what it would've been had she been raised as a member of the NOI. Her name was Beatrice and she was an attractive girl and a choir soloist with a beautiful singing voice and a pleasant personality and was cherished by the congregation of her father's church. But her life took a detour when she was not only whispered about for being a daughter of Elijah Muhammad, - something that didn't come out until we were in our 20s when the black Muslims had become well known - but for what happened later when she again became the subject of more gossip after she was left "standing at the altar" in her white wedding gown because the groom never showed up for the rumored reason of being gay. She never wed and became an evangelist and died young, in her early 50s. i have no idea how she felt about the circumstances of her birth but she did have kind, loving adopted parents. There were a lot of little interesting back stories and skeletons in the closet among the black population in the small town where i grew up...
  3. 3 points
    Discovering that Elijah Muhammad had a harem of young girls, many of whom he impregnated, was what drove Malcolm to leave the NOI and start his own sect. I personally knew a girl in my hometown who was fathered by Elijah Muhammad and was later adopted by a local minister of the Church of God and Christ, and his wife. Also, according to Malcolm's biography by Alex Haley, Malcolm was a pimp in his days before he went to prison and converted to Islam. Of course, Alex has proved to not always tell the truth in his books. Recently there have been reports that in 2010 Farrakhan became interested in Scientology and began to explore its concepts and encourage followers to study the disciplines of Dianetics in order to become coverts and learn the "auditing" procedures utilized to recruit and monitor others. i also read where Farrakhan has converted to Christianity, accepting Jesus Christ as his savior. I read about the Muslims and Dianetics in Wikipedia, which of course, draws criticism from certain people on this board. But i have always found well researched information there, and since the living people and the heirs of the dead people it profiles have an option to challenge and correct information about themselves or their works, i assume that what i read there is as good a source as any for information. As far as what i believe about black men automatically defending their women, i don't think doing so is a priority of theirs or something they do as a custom. Individual ones may do so in the course of protecting their families, the same way they would do if it came to their car or any property they valued. It's not something i dwell on. i remember a while back when one night my husband and i were awakened by a noise that made him wonder if someone was trying to break in. He immediately got up with the intention to go down stairs and see. i protested, asking him what did he think he could do? He continued out the room, saying he didn't know but would think of something when he got there. While i had my hand on the phone, i think he grabbed an object before he made it down the stairs where it proved to be a false alarm. So i guess "situational ethics" can trigger impulses. 😏
  4. 3 points
    DUH. i think your response was highly opinionated. But not the expression of a self-centered person. What i said about me being self-centered was that i thought this was how others viewed me. i don't view myself as self-centered however because i am too busy focusing on contradicting what others say. So i guess that kind of ties in with Troy said. Note that i never bother to capitalize "i" when it stands alone and this is for a reason... Once again i have a confession to make. i didn't join this thread until late because sometimes i stay on the sideline and just let others go at it, especially when it involves videos because as i've gotten older my attention span is short, and both spoken and written comments have to instantly grab me or i lose interest. So, when Del asked my opinion on black women marrying white men and Chevdove shared her thoughts on the exchange between Malcolm and Evie, i back tracked and checked things out closer, which is to say i actually watched the video. And it was, indeed, like going back in time. In 1961, i was 28 years old and immersed in the blooming civil rights struggle. This was during Martin's and Malcolm's hey day, their friendly rivalry kinda like a Michael and Prince thing; different sides of the black coin, one edgy, the other smooth. This was also when TV had really come into its own having just started to command a wide audience in the mid 1950s. So "M"&"M" were superstars, thanks to the exposure granted them by the MEDIA of TV as well as talk-radio which was also an up and coming outlet. The thing about what they were both saying back then was although it was revelatory to white people, it was familiar to blacks, and when these 2 started spreading their messages, black folks immediately identified with them. They weren't saying "Oh, Wow", they were nodding "Right On". The things Malcolm was saying about whites i had grown up hearing to my daddy say, something that was common in all black families who lived in a racist society. i never had any illusions about the guilt of whites but my particular environment also enabled me to see benefits of what Martin was saying about integration. As soon as i heard Malcolm's resonate voice on the video, telling it like it was in response to the shrill, high-pitched enunciations of Evie, the years fell away. Now, as then, i have mixed emotions, - which is what it means to be black in America...
  5. 2 points
    @Mel Hopkins Will do! @Troy This would help me.
  6. 2 points
    Del It just occured to me that this "new era" or change in my attitude has occured one day AFTER the May 17th date you made mention of.
  7. 2 points
    @Delano perhaps your knowledge of astrology can be of use here. I think when planet go retrograde they appear to stop for a moment before seemingly reversing direction. all planet move in the sky. stars appear fixed relative to each other. This @Pioneer1 is why you can determine when something took place. I believe the age of pisces corresponded with Jesust the Christ's birth for example, which is why Christians drive around with the fish symbol on their cars. I remember pointing out Venus to a sister in the night sky. She was surprised. In fact I doubt she believed me. You can see several planets with the naked eye. Most people mistake planets for stars.
  8. 2 points
    {Looking around like the last guy on Earth surveying his surroundings after a nuclear holocaust or the Rapture.} Since @harry brown has posted recently, I presume the site is not broken. Indeed, in the time that it took me to write this 16 people have visited this forum: I guess the period between Palm Sunday and Easter is really slow around here. Maybe everyone is on spring break (actually mine starts Friday). Or maybe, more ominously, social media's domination and control over the online conversation is now complete. Does that mean I can't communicate with my people unless I go to Facebook... Lawd help me!
  9. 2 points
    @Pioneer1 you've missed the point. Don't you see that the video I shared is part of a strategy to get a wage increase? You are speaking as if the professors are complete morons without agency. In the short time I've been teaching my wages have increased twice once retroactively resulting in a 4 figure check. Not a ton of money, but what i make working part time, from home, is the more than what some wage earners make working full time. The adjuncts are unionized. I posted the video because the claim we make poverty wages is hyperbolic and I thought it might be interesting to share my story of poverty 🙂 Look, no one will get rich being adjunct, but poverty is a bit extreme. Again, it is a part time job and if it is your only source of income, living in NYC, then yeah, you are in for a world of hurt.... Of course I also feel more resources should be directed to education.
  10. 2 points
    I feel that two things are essential being able to see and changing your mind
  11. 2 points
    You’re welcome! Between you, Cynique, Chevdove , things are never stale!
  12. 2 points
    This is powerful! We do protect a black man’s image, don’t we? I think this is why so many are having a negative reaction to the R Kelly saga... Black women have covered black men for so long - that many (mostly men but women too) are shocked that a black woman produced and directed the film that gave his alleged victims a platform. Many black women have normalized the horrible treatment they’ve receive at the hands of black men, they call men “soft” who treat them well. Go on social media and you’ll see some black men say they are supposed to be “Future” to their “Ciara”. Instead of being kind to their woman; as Ciara’s husband “Russell” is to her. Those are the same black men who believe Ciara will tire of how well her husband treats her and her son with Future and she’ll come crawling back to Future. That’s how brain damaged some of young black men (and black women) are today. But I digress. I know some of my experiences with black men aren’t for publication either. And I can tell you, it’s those stories that haunt me; making it difficult to finish my second book. Some times, I tell myself that I’m being too sensitive or maybe I deserved it - but then I realize that is exactly how battered women rationalize their relationship experiences. So, yes I’ve been sorely disrespected by many black men. None of it deserved. But those experiences afforded me a lot of painful life lessons too. And now I know what it is like to experience kindness. Yet, I absolutely understand your position.
  13. 2 points
    Don't worry @Cynique things are looking up, GOT kicks off next month! @Delano I believe I corrected problem where text on the buttons were hidden. I just installed a patch that clad things up).
  14. 2 points
    Lol! Yo @Pioneer1 you gonna let him punk you like Dat?! Just playing but it was funny though... Y'all think we can elevate the conversation reminds me of Facebook 😉
  15. 2 points
    @Chevdove, interesting! Thank you for that perspective! Yes electromagnetic radiation (see electromagnetic spectrum: for more on light wavelengths) must pass through matter to capture the image of the skeleton! Yet, our crude method of this concept (x-rays) can cause cell damage leading to cancer. My dentist took extra precaution to protect mt thyroid when I worked as a flight attendant - he said i was already getting a large dose of radiation flying the friendly skies lol! This also reminds me of a documentary I watched where some biologists observed that fasting from food for several days even a week - causes the cells to change its structuee to protect from radiation damage ... after a observing the outcome on many patients they concluded the cells changes was a throwback from when we didn’t EAT all the dang time! It allowed us to survive with little food. The thing is it didn’t turn off - so today some believe our diseases are due to not periodically fasting for a few weeks - even a few days lol. But I digress. I also remembered from scripture, Jesus, as a human, did a lot of fasting... So maybe, he knew who to rearrange his physical make-up to move through matter without damaging his body’s building blocks (atoms/adam) smile... Thank you for sharing thought-provoking concepts! I see you have a book & blog in you! Have you ever thought about using the aalbc blog feature too!
  16. 2 points
    LIke I said, she was referring to her husband, . . . who chose her! That's her personal choice. But I understand that you are saying that she picked him because he was White. @Pioneer1 I feel that you are cherry picking. You are ignoring her statements in how she had bad relationships with previous men, that were Black. Now, I am going to read into this statement, because I can relate, as a BLack woman; I feel that I know where she is coming from, in that in many cases, Black men do not respect Black women, and that is putting it mildly!!! I don't understand why you are conveniently ignoring this truth!!! But as for me, yes, I have found a BLack man that, though not perfect in the beginning, but adores me, is kind to me, and etc. I have had many positive relationships with Black men and so, I personally, made a hard decision that I wanted to marry a Black AFrican-typed man or else, I was simply not going to get married. But, I tell you, I see several Black women married to White and other men, and they are a match, for certain. @Pioneer1 Well, I have to say, that when I hear Black men justify Black women, negatively as the reason they want White women, I do NOT like it at all. But, I would never attack someone personally, who has stated that he had bad relationships, was treated badly, and etc. This too, is true, IMO. There are some Black women that behave very disrespectful to Black men. I makes me cringe. Oh but yes you are. You are putting this label on her, IMO.
  17. 2 points
    Yeah I hear you @Cynique, but Steve Harvey is not any funnier than Monique. Sucess is never really is about pure talent in the entertainment industry. Do you think the striper turn rap phenom, Cardi B, is the most talented female rapper? Do you think Colin K. lacks the talent to make a pro team? Steve is great at working the system, Monique despite the Oscar sucks at it. It was probably not a good idea for her to be managed by her husband. That has obviously not worked well....
  18. 2 points
    @Pioneer1 @NubianFellow Talking about someone’s appearance makes $$$ millions for Wendy Williams and her talk show but that’s cheap entertainment. Nagging about another’s appearance, which gay men have turned into an art form, is a weak and ineffective showing of black masculinity. In fact, when I was growing up in Brooklyn - dudes called that a “bitch” move. An actual sign of Black masculinity would reflect first in a man having control over himself, and then working to better his physical environment. And that’s the bare minimum.
  19. 2 points
    It is in Pioneerville, a place that he founded and is located inside his skull.
  20. 2 points
    Yes. If you make an objective judgment, not a moral one. Look for parallels in nature among the animal kingdom. Superiority is what it is.. What escapes me is why black men can't figure out that sistas are not preoccupied with the origins and implications of their hair style. They have more important things to worry about. i think Nubian Fellow is entitled to his opinion and his determination to bring about change is a sincere one. Nobody will be the worst for wear if he succeeds. @ time-honored artifacts of black America's rich culture.
  21. 2 points
    I started off my career as a father by going to jail on the very same night that my first child was born. It was on a hot, steamy August night in 1972. I was minding my own business , sitting on the sidelines of a neighborhood football game where I was supposed to be playing; a star wide receiver, who was so high on heroin, I was banned from playing. Well, I actually didn’t care because I would rather nod than catch passes. Plus, I never truly believed that the team I played for from Piedmont Courts could beat the North Charlotte Bears, the team my oldest sister's brother, Buddy, played for. In fact, my "brother" played on the same high school team with Dwight Clark, who later became famous for catching the winning pass from Joe Montana in a SuperBowl. Nonetheless, at some point during the game, but shortly before half-time, My girlfriend’s youngest brother, came flying out of the darkness on his bike, yelling that I should get to the hospital right away. Without even giving that ominous announcement any real thought, I knew precisely what it meant, and what it signified more than anything else was that my life had just changed dramatically! In addition to all the things I already was at nineteen years old, I was about to earn another label to my pedigree: DADDY! At nineteen, I was black, poor, a high-school dropout, unemployed, and an ex-convict. Unfazed by my unfortunate credentials, I was not exactly certain if fatherhood would be a cure or a curse. Either way, the moment was now upon me. Within a matter of seconds, I had a ride, and a carload of us departed Alexander Street Park, headed to Charlotte Memorial Hospital to help me usher my brand new child into America. I went to jail because while on the way to the hospital to greet the birth of my daughter, I decided to have my friend to pull over at a corner grocery store in the hood to buy some cigars. After all, in all the movies I had ever seen, that’s what men did. They bought and passed out cigars to their friends to celebrate the birth of their newborn child. Maybe, I shouldn’t have stopped. However, I did. As luck would have it, even though I was only in the store a very short time, it was more than enough time for the police to harass my friends. Seeing the predicament as a case of police brutality, I rushed out of store on Parkwood Avenue, and over to the car where I proceeded to tell the police that “I knew the law” and that it would be best for them if they just left us alone. In a world of justice and equality, that very well should have marked the end of the whole affair, but it didn’t. In fact, the police seemed angered by my boldness and proceeded to club the shit out of me. After a brief but violent confrontation, I was carted off to jail, pitched into the drunk tank with all the other inebriated folks, and charged with disorderly conduct. In the drunk tank, there were no beds so everyone had to sleep on the cold, concrete floor. They didn’t give you any food. They didn’t give you any sheets or blankets. In fact, they didn’t give you shit, but it was peaceful and serene in a haunted house sort of way; a cell filled with drunken strangers snoring and passing gas without shame or regret. Now, decades later, upon reflection, I guess this was a classic example of how drugs warp your mind because what in the hell was comforting about being locked up in a cage that reeked of vomit and bad breath. Anyway ,the next morning I was taken before the Judge who released me once I explained my situation and recounted the birth of my first-born child, but somehow I knew that I had missed a very important moment in the life of my little girl .Embarrassed that I had not been there to see my daughter the night before, I postponed going to visit her until a few days later. That turned out to be a tragic blunder. By some cruel twist of fate, It was around this time in 1972 that I embarked on a bank-robbing spree, and before my baby could celebrate her first birthday, I was locked away in federal prison with 30 years. I would be gone for 10. Once released, I remember how nervous I was when I went to visit my daughter. I searched my mind for something that would allow me to make a good first impression on a little girl who knew more about the visiting hours in jail than she knew about what time Sesame Street came on. This child of mine had probably seen the insides of more prisons than she had classrooms, and it had always pained me to think how my daughter must have hated me on those ever-occurring days in school when the students had to stand before the class and announce just what it was that their fathers did for a living. Even though some of the other students may have had a dad that was a garbage-man or one who worked in a fish market, my daughter was probably the only child who on “Career Day” had a dad who was locked up. Wow, that must have been traumatizing. Anyway, on the night of my tenth year of being missing in action from my daughter’s life, I stood in the darkness outside the house when she lived with her mother, afraid. If this would have been the home of one of my partners, I would have strolled into the house and would have been given a hero’s welcome. After all, here I was, a young nigga, who had just spent a whole decade in the joint, taking everything the white man had thrown at me, and I had survived. Even if it had been the home of a potential girlfriend, I would have known precisely what to have done, but that was not the case. I was about to meet my daughter, and quite frankly, I had no idea of what to say or do. In prison, I had been tutored by some of the most brilliant minds in the criminal world about how to commit any crime I chose. I had been schooled in how to seduce women, and how to defeat my enemies, but there was not a mumbling word said by any of the jail-house scholars about how to be a great daddy. Basically, I was on my own, and to my regret, I found nothing in my background that would provide me with the instructions needed to be a daddy. I was a man who had conducted countless shady deals in numerous back alleys in the darkest hours of the night. I had been in a couple of shootouts with the police. I had robbed banks and had come up a winner more than once when death was on my tail, but I knew that being a daddy would be my biggest challenge. What was even more scary was the fact that none of the qualities that had made me a well-respected gangsta in the streets or that had allowed me to survive in some of the toughest prisons in the country would make me a good daddy. And guess what….I wasn’t
  22. 2 points
    Brotha Troy, that has long been a knock against us as a collective. Strangely, it has survived for much too long. I do admit that it so convenient as I have used it on countless occasions to force home a point. Honestly, as much as I hate to admit it, but I barely read. Sure, I read snippets here and there. In this fast-paced, I have become a browser whereas I was once a fierce reader. Yet, there is a blanket exception to this rule because brrothas in the joint READ! Inside reading is fundamental. Inside, if you wants news, you have to read about it because, of all places, televised news is blase. News rarely affects prisoners so more time is spent watching sports and videos. When I was in the pen in Atlanta the first time, there were guys there that had well-stocked libraries in their cells. My crime partner and I were among the youngest there, and I was forever reading as I was hardly without a book or a magazine. The old heads noticed this and they would bring me books to the dining room where I worked. I had my own table where I read. Guys that were old enough at the time to be my father, supplied me with a mind-boggling array of books----all serious literature. I recall sitting at my table reading Freud. The next day, an old white convict gave me a book about Carl Jung. Reading the ART of War got me editions of books by Clausewitz and Otto Von Bismarck and Machiavelli. It was truly like guys would walk past my table to see what I was reading,and then they would bring me something even more in depth. And now, I barely pick up a book. That's sad. Now, we want info on the go, so we fall for fake news or second hand news or worse yet no news. Trying to keep up is so time=consuming that if you don't hear through the grapevine, it didn't happen. I conclude with an admission. Of all the things I get down on myself about is the fact that I never stopped to teach a close friend how to read. Damn, we were in prison for ten years together and I never taught him to read. I wrote all his letters for him, but I could have taught him to read. I was once chastised by another friend who told me that I was wrong for not teaching this guy this read, but I was too busy writing my books. I was so convinced that I was writing the next best novel that I was so caught up that I never taught my friend to read. It wasn't that I never thought about it. I did. I even planned to write stories about him to use to teach him to read. The sad thing, Brotha Troy, is that I knew what to do becaause on an earlier stretch in the joint, I was at a prison where they wanted to teach inmates to read, but they knew they just couldn't put anyone in charge so it was decided to use the Muslim community to spearhead the program. They knew how well respected Muslims were in the joint so they taught us so we could teach the rest of the population who didn't read. They knew the guys would trust us. We were taught what was called The Laubach Method and this is the text we taught from. I had no excuse. Just think, I blew the chance to give someone the gift of reading. Wow......I don't think I will ever live that down, but I have made up my mind. I am going to find him one day and apologize. The man was my cellmate for 10 long years and I never taught him to read, and I pray to God that I am never so selfish again in my life.
  23. 2 points
  24. 2 points
    @Troy I am - thanks to my mother, oldest daughter and most surprising from when I worked as an international flight attendant. Depending on the caste -those are consensual marriages where the arrangment is more like a “bake sale”. In one case I know of, they can choose from a variety of people from the same town. (I think it’s weird because these folks have to be distant cousins.) The older sister has to marry first - then the next sister gets to pick. If the older sister is “fat” the younger sister gets to be single for a lot longer... I also know of couples who married outside of their caste and ethnicity too. Glad you cleared up you’re against forced marriages. I was giving you the side eye over here. 😊
  25. 2 points
    "You cannot enslave a mind that knows itself, that values itself, that understands itself.” ~ Wangari Maathai
  26. 2 points
    Could be. Both you, @Delano and @Cynique clarified there’s a difference between “support” and “defense”... It’s hard not to agree. When you mentioned Troy’s belief, that is shared by quite a few black men (putting racism before feminism), I couldn’t think of any time in history when black men haven’t suggested “there’s a time and place for black women... (whatever black women conjured up for the best for society) — by the way, the Ethiopian PM made put women in half the cabinet positions - and put in place a woman president... because he believes women are best for the country... there’s that but its not quite the same as defending women. He put women in position to defend the country. They were feminist? Rallied for equal rights for black women? Black women march against the state to save the lives of black men and boys they don’t know. That’s the difference.
  27. 2 points
    I saw an article before I went to bed that sounded formular to that moment in my life. That gave me a flash back. No, I stuck with job until a shift became available because another employee quit on the shift that I needed.
  28. 2 points
    According to BBC.Com - 5 October 2017 “The New York Times publishes a story detailing decades of allegations of sexual harrassment against Harvey Weinstein. Actresses Rose McGowan and Ashley Judd are among women who come foward. ...Weinstein apologizes and takea a leave of absence” a lot more stuff then on 25 May 2018 “Weinstein turns himself in to NY Police on sexual misconduct charges.” Police charge him with rape and several other counts of sexual abuse against two women. https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-41594672
  29. 2 points
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  30. 2 points
    The City. No one knows how it began or when it will end. No one knows how we came to be here, 20 million souls, 1500 different species all crammed together in plascrete and biosteel. No one's been in or out of the city in 20 centuries. Some have their theories why, some don't care. But no matter whom you are, or what you are, you have a story, don't you? The trick is finding someone who cares to listen...' -Knowledge Lateef, Street Priest The City anthology is a unique creation. It’s a concept anthology, a collection of stories where eighteen different authors share their vision of a single idea. It’s Cyberfunk, cyberpunk stories that play with future concepts from an African/African American perspective. Most of all it’s engaging, exciting, thought provoking and fun. Like the inhabitants, the City is perceived in various ways by the various writers. Some stories intersect, some diverge, but they all entertain. The result is a journey into a unique world described by unique and engaging voices. Buy your copy today from MVmedia today! The City: A Cyberfunk Anthology
  31. 2 points
    Well according to the stats over 53% of White women voted for Trump and support him. As far as I'm concerned he's a monsters THEY created. This has less to do with privilege and wealth and more to do with Caucasian women who unconditionally stand by and stick by eachother even against their own best interests.
  32. 1 point
    I last looked at this site a few months ago. Until today,that is. But what pissed me off was that the doc had a screening in London a month ago. No prizes for guessing who missed it. I've yet to see it. https://www.jamesbaldwinproject.org/
  33. 1 point
    A good friend of mine, who was friends with Morrison, shared video interview with Morrison and the late Ed bradley with me. I'd forgotten just how large Morrison was. Which Black American journalist today, with a significant platform, could interview a Black American novelist half as accomplished as Morrison? Which two could team up today and give as good an interview? Then you can think about loss... https://www.cbsnews.com/amp/news/60-minutes-1998-novelist-toni-morrison-in-a-probing-interview-with-ed-bradley/
  34. 1 point
    Yeah @Chevdove they ticked every box with this creature...
  35. 1 point
    There used to be a legendary herb shop in Harlem the Hardest Hard. Even one of the Kennedy boys went to Harlem for dope. In 1979, David Anthony Kennedy, a son of Robert F. Kennedy, was found after having been mugged in what police described as a shooting gallery at 116th Street and Eighth Avenue in a place called the Shelton Plaza Hotel. Mr. Kennedy was not charged with a crime. He died of an overdose of cocaine and other drugs in 1984. That's from NYT https://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/02/21/a-notorious-harlem-shooting-gallery-goes-condo/
  36. 1 point
    You may be projecting. Mel thinks you are several people perhaps she is correct. You are perhaps to erratic for psychiatry or psychology to assist you. Sometimes you actually make sense, this isn't one of those times.
  37. 1 point
    Information comes from many sources. Knowledge is simply tweaked information.
  38. 1 point
    Don't be like that Troy. Pioneer is going home Disneyland Pioneer is fine, his skin and head are much thicker than mine. He can always let me know when he can't take it. But based on his Japanese lover story he can take it.
  39. 1 point
    @Pioneer1 and @Troy The timeline that this scripture references is 1400s BC and goes along with all publications of this time period that refers to Black Enslavement. So, therefore, you Black relish in what the White man has interpreted about it NOT being Blacks that were oppressed. You mock and joke about a well dated time period in Africa whereby Black AFricans have been thrown down due to White Supremacy. Playbook for Caucasians Even though this Biblical entry is about Blacks overthrowing White Supremacy and dealing with foreign presence, nevertheless, you have a proble with the Bible in this regard!? LOL. Well that is conformity to the highest degree. You are not admitting that Black people gave over their strength to White Supremacy. The poor, weak, BLacks, were overpowered, deceived, and dominated by these powerful 'Caucasians' and so, we now are better off under the US CONSTITUTION. okay. I will accept this from you all, but as for me, I will not agree. AGain, you are rejecting that Black had it given to them directly, but they gave their books to a foreign presence. Brother, I understand this point here, in you believing in your belief's. AGain, you refer to 'RELIGION'. I have not ascribed to any religion. Not based on these present RELIGIONS, no i do not. Again, I have NOT ascribed to any religion. This is the problem. Many Black people are accepting false religions and doing the work of White Supremacy in pushing some false religion on other Blacks. I don't ascribe to any religion of today. I don't loathe religion in all of its forms of indoctrination, specifically because today, many of these religions are built of false premises, but that doesn't mean that in the past, religion was practice in this way. ALso, I respect other peoples choices to work out their own belief system as long as it is not oppressive to others. Well, @NubianFellow If the god-like character that you believe sends Black people to enslavement under White Supremacy, I can understand where you are coming from. But, when are Black people today, going to take responsibility for their part? probably never, for most of them. Most Black people, as in the past, find it easier to blame Black oppression on some god-like character and not themselves. Therefore, IMO, they have submitted to being under the rule of others, continually. That is a good question and I hope that you will find some script of which to work with, because this is the key: script. iF THERE IS NO SCRIPT that we can use today to get at the truth, then I too would just be spiritual in a physical enslavement under White Domination. But, I believe that through researching these mess up scripts, the true meanings will come to the surface.
  40. 1 point
    Perception is real, whether what you perceive is accurate has to involve a consensus of other witnesses. The Wizard of Oz came out in 1939 at the end of The Depression, and it doesn't turn into technicolor until Dorothy wakes up in OZ where the tornado has blown her. The movie starts out in sepia color. I saw the first release of it in 1939 when i was a little girl.
  41. 1 point
    My neighbor is Haitian in fact he is an author. Yeah parts of Florida is a gay haven (but what large city isn't). I was hanging out on Duval Street in Key West, FL this summer and accidentally walked into a gay roof-top bar. I was shocked to see dudes sun bathing and butt naked at the bar -- dicks and balls everywhere! I bid a hasty retreat LOL! I went into another gay bar everyone was clothed and it was a very congenial atmosphere I ordered a drink (I was bar hopping) and chit-chatted a while. @Pioneer1 both bars were all white. There was nothing no one could have done to turn me gay. This is one reason why your conspiracy theory hold no water. Some people are just gay, get over it.
  42. 1 point
    I guess they aren't like opinons. Since your partners dont have them, . Are your partners inflatable?
  43. 1 point
    It's. Christmas. Time. Again. Celebrating. With. Family. And. Friends.. As. I. Stand. By. The. Windiw. My. Beloved,Kissing. He. Beneath. The,Mistletoe.. Observing,So. Much. Happiness. I. See. . My. Great. ,Uncle. Talks A Black Jesus Nativity. As I Stand By The. Window,Watching The Rain Fall From Above. My Aunt Lucy And,Harriet Play Christmas Songs From Their Favorite Singer,Four-Tops , Levi Stubbs.. Children With Their Video Games And. Toys. Voices And Music,Joyful. Noise.. We. Talk. And. Laugh. Remember,Those. Long. Gone. With. Memories. And. Photographs...The. Food. Cakes,Pies. Yams. Mac. And. Cheese,Turkey,Pot. Roast. And. Ham.. Standing. By. The. Window. ,Watching. The. Rain. fall From. Above. The Greatest. Joy In Life,Is,Loving . And. Being. Loved......
  44. 1 point
    Sad but often true. This is true too and is a consequence of living in a society founded on the genocide of the indigenous peoples and the enslavement of Africans and the moral hypocrisy pure evil required to pull it off. It is not just Black people who are effected; all of us are effected. We don't really have any "vales" as a nation. Look at who we elected president. We lag all the developed nations in education. Our best and brightest minds work for Facebook and on wall street. We are increasingly becoming a morally vacuous country -- even white men are committing suicide in greater numbers than ever before. Human sexuality is a complex combination genetics and environment it always has been. If there is a greater incidence of homosexuality it probably is all the chemicals put in our environment and food that is the culprit, not some evil cabal white racists.
  45. 1 point
    No, i won't "get it" if you proceed on the premise that the same criteria should be used in the 2 different statements you made, statements which i thought were diametrically opposed, not "similar' as you have decreed. You are lining up players for a mind game where you make the rules. Pioneer and Troy will be awarded points depending on whether or not they agree with you. Chevedove is the favorite. Mel can go either way. 😄 BTW, did you stay up all night pondering this dilemma which apparently prompted you to delete your 2 posts in which you quoted my statement about your mercurial explanations? 😉 (You should be advised that my acknowledgement of your being well-read, trumped my other observation.) Soooo, here we go, another discussion where subjective opinions will be an obstacle to resolutions.😩
  46. 1 point
    I'm always suspicious of male homophobes. i'm among those who wonder if these guys hate gay men because the latter make them question their own manhood. There was a time when men didn't wear cologne because it was considered for sissies. Now male cologne is a staple in a man's accessories. i'm surprised nobody considered how street gangs are made up of males seeking a bonding experience and how their members tend to hang out together and embrace each other.
  47. 1 point
    Im not in favor of forcing people to get married. Nor am i in favor of old nen infecting young girls with AIDs. One is taking another's freedom and the other is violent. In general, im against both of these things. Of the two arranged marriages I'm thinking one took place in America and the other took place in India. I'm not versed in all the rules both couples were happy. Both guys had professional jobs in financial services. No need to womansplain marriage, i went through the process ;-)
  48. 1 point
    @Pioneer1 So what is your point? I ask myself if you ever say anything that i don't have a knee jerk reaction to rebut. The answer is apparently, "no". Where did i heap praise on Malcolm? i simply described his role during a protest era whose time had come. And, yes, if he came on here today, i would be arguing with him about Islam because it's a rigid, vindictive, misogynistic religion that i do not like. And i would also wisecrack about the NOI being who Muslim sisters needed to be protected from because of the humble submissive behavior this organization requires of its women who are expected to defer to their men. Black women have gotten past expecting black men to put their lives on the line for them. Now, black men need to stop expecting certain things from black women like stroking their egos and propping them up and mothering them so they can go out and face the cruel white world that picks on them.
  49. 1 point
    By Floyd Collins Part 1 The context of this book is truthful and is based on my memory of my past life and the people and events who has help shaped me in to whom I am today. You may also find some of the contents shocking and disturbing including some offensive language and violence. Names of some individuals have been changed to protect their anonymity. Do not read this book if you are easily offended. However, if you choose to read it I do hope you will enjoy reading it. Legacy, what is it? Well, it’s an inheritance, heritage, endowment, gift, patrimony, settlement, birthright. Every one of us has a legacy, some are proud of their legacy, others are not but what we all have in common is someone or something somewhere has made us the recipients of their legacy. Truth, what is truth? it means veracity, truthfulness, sincerity, candor, honesty; Moreaccuracy, correctness, validity, factuality, authenticity. To understand our legacy, we also must understand and accept the truth, weather its comfortable or not, I am not talking about fake truth but the truth of who we are. This is the story of my and our legacy and truth. My name is Floyd, many in my travels in Australia, China and Europe are confused, the type of confusion you see when your eyes see something, but it doesn’t compute with your brain, like a confused photograph that challenges your mind, as to my Scottish-Jamaican and now Australia roots and ask how does a Jamaican, or black man or as in the case of China no matter my place of birth, an ‘African’ manage to have a Scottish or British accent? So, I decided to give not just to the usual ‘I was born there’ answer but the story of my past and how I believe my past is also my legacy and truth. I am one of ten children – 5 boys and 5 girls, one short of a soccer team. My parents were middle class in their home country of JAMAICA and immigrated to the UK in the 1950s on a ship called the “Windrush” alongside hundreds of thousands from the Caribbean who answered the call to serve the mother country for cheap labor, I guess they were economic migrants who would be turned back and put out to sea again to a fate unknown in today’s climate. At the end of their six weeks journey they stepped off the ship in the middle of winter shivering and wondering what that strange white layer covering everywhere was (snow). They were welcome with open hands by mostly paid welcome parties. Unlike 95% of Caribbean immigrants who headed to England my parents decided to move and start their new life and second part of their family in Scotland north of the border, yes, cold, damp and tired looking and yet beautiful Scotland....where I was born. At the point of their relocation to the UK they had four children, three girls and one boy which they left behind with our grandparents no doubt thinking it was only for a short while and eventually return home to take care of them, in the meantime they proceeded to have another 6 children over the years in Glasgow. Their intention was to stay for 2 -5 years to make some money and go back “home to Jamaica” as they called it, their minds and belongings was always at a state of going home at any time! My dad worked very hard and was also a very strict man who would regularly severely beat us for no other reason but having a bad day at work, looking back I now understand why…..he had to support not only his wife and 6 kids in the UK but also his 4 kids and parents in Jamaica. He worked long days for a total of 40 years first as a builder’s laborer rebuilding the 2nd world war bombed out slums of Glasgow namely the Gorbals and afterward for the local council as a garbage collector and road sweeper ,these were the days long before wheelie bins, where he would carry baskets of rubbish on his shoulders sometime weighing as much as a bag of cement and walking up to a 100 meters to dispose of it in to a back of a truck, all before mechanization of his job, it was very hard difficult work indeed at that time, sometimes we forget how lucky we are today to have that truck roll up and this big long mechanical arm stretching out to engage our wheelie bins, we owe these guys, most of whom are now dead from possible conditions related to their work a big THANK YOU! I can recall my dad reading and writing skills was that of a 7-year-old and would often ask my mum who wasn’t the best reader and writer either to read important documents such as rates notices or electricity bills, looking back this must have been tough for them, these were the days when you were on your own without any real Government assistance to help you integrate. Some time I would listen to him and my mum speak usually in bed late at night about the racism he had encountered on numerous of occasions, example: ‘’go home nigger’’, ‘’darky’’, and a personal favorite of mines was “nigger mind you will be all white in the morning” from young and old alike. He would never eat a banana in public as he would open himself be called monkey or ape man, some may say ‘he must be overeating, no one can be that insensitive to the feelings of others, well it happened to me. Even today you don’t often see to many blacks eating banana’s in public without the monkey reference being forced on them by the ignorant. You can read my full book at Amazon: https://www.amazon.com.au/legacy-truth-Floyd-Collins-ebook/dp/B07B78Q78W/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1529585557&sr=8-2&keywords=legacy+and+truth
  50. 1 point
    I left the black church back in the early 80s... why would any woman listen to some man spew misogynist bs. I Also left because I’m not into worshipping Ha’Satan.. It never made sense to me to give equal time to an entity that according to scripture work for but is no where near the greatness of THE ALL. The reverend at my church helped baptize me into the First Christian disciple of Christ denomination -and they don’t mention the accuser in sermon, song or praise or worship. Only thing I missed was some “ Sanging”. I can’t imagine black american women are actually leaving the church - but i can see the young women not joining in the first place.
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