BLACK KKK?

I fooling around on the internet and discovered an interesting article that spoke of the Black KKK. The author, Jason Whitlock believes that the Black KKK has caused the black community to suffer immeasurable damage that often goes unpunished. The Black KKK is very similar to the White KKK , both groups target black communities, both have no compassion for black lives, their goal is to rob the black community and cause black people to live in fear. Millions of black people live with the affects of the Black KKK, and I am sure you, your family, or your friends have dealt with a situation that involved the Black KKK. The Black KKK is comprised of African American men, women, and children that participate in the killing, robbing, selling drugs, or any activities that derogates the black community. The Jason goes on to say the following.

“Well, when shots are fired and a black man hits the pavement, there's every statistical reason to believe another black man pulled the trigger. That's not some negative, unfair stereotype. It's a reality we've been living with, tolerating and rationalizing for far too long. When the traditional, white KKK lynched, terrorized and intimidated black folks at a slower rate than its modern-day dark-skinned replacement, at least we had the good sense to be outraged and in no mood to contemplate rationalizations or be fooled by distractions . Let's cut through the bull(manure) and deal with reality. Black men are targets of black men. Period. Go check the coroner's office and talk with a police detective. These bullets aren't checking W-2s. “

I must agree with Jason, growing up in the ghetto we always hoped that the drug dealers would just go away. We relied on the police and governmental agencies to correct the problems in our neighborhood. In my old neighborhood there were many elderly people that owned their homes but felt helpless when it came to the Black KKK. As a kid all I could do is watch the devastation spread like a bad case of the claps. After years of living in hell, gun shots and police sirens were just the background music to our “hood”. Soon even the music started to reflect what was going own in many black neighborhoods, shortly after it seemed rap began to celebrate the virtual rape of the black community.
Jason Whitlock stated in his article that he believed our self-hatred has been set to music and reinforced by a pervasive culture that promotes a crab-in-barrel mentality. He passionately stated,
“You're damn straight I blame hip hop for playing a role in the genocide of American black men. When your leading causes of death and dysfunction are murder, ignorance and incarceration, there's no reason to give a free pass to a culture that celebrates murder, ignorance and incarceration. “

The Black KKK also has a mentality of thinking. People that are mentally connected to the Black KKK always represent the hood even when they make it out of the hood. T.I. is a great example of this. The "keepin' it real" mantra of hip hop is in direct defiance to evolution. Black KKK participants feel you're selling out if you move away from the immature and dangerous activities you used to do, you're selling out if you speak proper English, embrace education, dress like a grown man, do anything mainstream. The Black KKK is enforcing the same crippling standards as its parent organization. It wants to keep black men in their place — uneducated, outside the mainstream and six feet deep.

Jason Whitlock went on to say that Black people are the only people that can save the next generation and save themselves along the way. We are the solution to the sky rocketing percentage of incarcerated black men, high school drop out rates, HIV/AIDS, and other ills that plague our community. My personal goal is to start a non profit organization that will focus on girls/women living in extreme poverty. I also want to create a commercial/ residential real estate group that will bring businesses, jobs and affordable housing to urban black communities. My question to you is how will you help?

I'm Not The Only One...But It Sure Feels Like It

If your black, single, and fairly successful (you can pay your rent , buy some groceries, pay the utilities, and car note on time….that constitutes success to me) I will not be telling nothing you don’t already know. Not only is it hard out here for a pimp, it’s also hard out here for single black women. Never in my life have I experienced this much singledom. Finding a man that wants to be in a committed relationship is very hard in itself, but when you add additional characteristics such as productive, employed, preferably no babies, no gold teeth, articulate, and charming then thing get sticky. It’s not like these types of men do not exist, because they do…. no really they do, it’s just there is more inventory (women) at their disposal than ever before. According to statistics on college campuses there is a 7 to 1 ratio between women and men. Seven women to one man….. can you imagine how much pootang them brothers are getting. It’s like a virtual buffet of women and now days the men are more chooser than the women. Remember back in the day you could go out and just give a guy that “look” and within a few minutes he would be over trying to get ya number, well for the most part those days are long gone. In today’s market a sistah has to be aggressive and be ready to speak up if she wants a man. Batting eyelashes, swaying hips, and hair flips are things of the past, you must be prepared to ask him out and buy him a drink too!


Unfortunately, I am not that aggressive and still (somewhat) believe that men should do the initiating. I mean they are suppose to be the hunters and gathers right? I know the dynamics of dating while black is changing but I find it hard to get with the program. This phenomenon is not only affecting me it’s also occurring with several of my single sistah friends. Many find themselves dating below their normal standards due to the limited access to good “datable” men. For example you may find instead of dating the nice brother with a job and his own place you are being approached by the brother that just got out of Rikers Island, on house arrest, a gold grill, trying to get back in the “pharmaceutical” bidness but looking for a nice lady to spend his time with. Then you may say what the hell why not… next thing you know this brother trying act all brand new like he grade A top choice. I can not tell you how many times I have been left scratching my head tryna figure out how a man I’m really not all the interested in got the nerve to be acting a damn fool! I finally decided to just keep my cookies to myself… I am throwing my hands up and backing away from penis. Because right now I am thoroughly confused as to why a college educated, fairly decent looking, no kids having, good money making sistah like myself can’t find a man to save my life. No let me correct that, a man worth having to save my life.

And since I am complaining what’s up with marriage? If you happen to have a man according to the statistics the chances of you getting married to that man is very, very, very slim. The percentage of never-married black women 16 and older was 42.3 percent compared with 22.7 percent of white women, according to the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies in Washington. That means a white woman got double the chance of getting married that you and me. If you feeling high and mighty cause you are married I would suggest you check the statistics on the chance of you staying married and I’m sure that smug feeling you have will instantly dissipate. Cause based on statistics, there is a better chance that a black couple will die in a terrorist attack before their marriage last longer than 7 years. With that said I still wanna get married… at least give it a try. What gets me is you can meet a 450lb white woman missing all her teeth, and has one leg but I bet she is married. Then there is the Mexican lady with 8 kids, but guess what, they are all by the same man and he married her too! It seems like other cultures embrace the concept of marriage better than African Americans. Could it be that they are taught marriage and the theory of two is better that one at an early age? Maybe the men are taught that if you make babies with a woman make plans to marry her. I can’t really define the absolute reason behind the lack of enthusiasm of marriage in the black community, or why other ethnicities choose to marriage but I wish every woman and man could find their soul mate and live happily every after. Until then I am going to relax, live my life and see where this thing call life take me.

ONE OF OUR SISTAH'S IS MISSING

I lifted this article from afrobella.com because I think it is important to get this type of information out. Please copy and pass on.

Have you read about Latasha Norman? She’s been missing for over a week now, and the police chief in Jackson Miss. says race is the reason her disappearance hasn’t gotten more mainstream news attention. The Associated Press story quotes Jackson Police Chief Malcolm McMillin as saying that Norman’s disappearance should get “the same kind of concern” as that of Stacy Peterson. “As far as the interest by the national media in the story, I think race probably had an impact,” said McMillin, who is white. “It’s a small college in the South. It’s the daughter of simple people who maybe are not important outside of their circle, and maybe we don’t attach the same importance to them that we do for other people.” Tell us something we don’t know, Chief. I haven’t seen this story on CNN or MSNBC yet, so let’s raise the flags within our own community, and keep the Norman family in your thoughts and prayers

mandatory minimums hurt black people

I was reading US Today on-line and came across and article about a Federal Judge ignoring sentencing guidelines because she feels that mandatory minimums hurt black people.


A federal judge ignored federal sentencing guidelines Monday and used the conviction of a first-time drug dealer to make a rare policy statement from the bench, saying that mandatory minimum sentences for those convicted of drug crimes are hurting the black community.
"Isn't it time for us to say that there is on the one hand the impact of the drug trafficking and on the other hand the impact of mass incarceration of African-Americans from crack cocaine?" U.S. District Judge Nancy Gertner said in her Boston courtroom, according to The Boston Globe. "To suggest that the public safety requires the further incarceration of Mr. Haynes makes no sense."



Well it’s about damn time that somebody finally got the picture. Here it is blacks are only 12% of the population and 39.2% of the jail population. As a matter of fact, minorities make up 60 percent of prison population. To make matters worse, one in three African-American men aged 20-29 is in jail, on probation or on parole as opposed to one in 15 of their white counterparts. Mandatory sentencing guidelines and a growing number of drug-related convictions are factors in a continued growth of inmates held in federal, state and local prisons and jails in the United States.

An in my opinion a lot of this mess boils down to crack cocaine. I vividly remember the late eighties and early nineties when crack first came on the scene. The introduction of crack into the black communities brought massive devastation. I heard tales of women selling their babies, prostituting their young daughters, all kinds of stealing, and a colossal murder rate. All of the sudden you saw good hard working men with good jobs turn into homeless zombies stealing from Family Dollar to support their crack habits. Women that were once good mamas looking like death warmed over. Our once thriving communities became virtual war zones, while gangs and drug deals fought over territory. I began to see a lot of homes on the block become crack houses; others stopped taking care of their home and soon the entire neighborhood look dilapidated and unsafe.


Now twenty some odd years later all these black men are in prison doing looooooog stretches and the black is in scrambles I just glad at least one judge realized that the problem is so much bigger than handing out jail sentences like candy.

If meth dealers and users were handed mandatory sentences there would be uproar in the white community because the tables would turn and suddenly whites would be going to jail in large numbers. I hate drug dealers, regardless or race, religion, creed or color. I feel they all should be punished, but the punishment should be fair and just. It should not matter if the drug is powder cocaine, crack cocaine, heroin, ect. we should be focusing on justice, rehabilitation and the economy .

How may "discount" cards to you have?

This week I've been shopping like a maniac, I needed soap, then I need a few groceries, had to stop by Borders to pick up a book and on and on. As much as I shop you would not know that I hate crowds. But now I have another pet peeve that I recently added to my list. What’s up with the “discount” cards stores are now offering? In my area, each grocery store, book store, vitamin shop, and drug store have some type of “discount” card going on. So far I have collected 7 discount cards, which by the way is very hard to keep track of. But don’t fear if you don’t have your card they can look up the card number by your telephone number or email address. That’s right you have to register the card to get the “savings”. If you are wondering why I keep placing parenthesis around discount and savings, well the truth is in most cases there is no discount or savings to be had. For example, a loaf bread is regularly priced at $ 3.85, but with your discount card you can get the bread for $3.32 a total savings of 53 cents ( if that much, most of the time the saving are very minimal) . Stores are now using these cards to track customer spending habits and to determine how often you visit their stores. It’s basically a marketing ploy to get to the core of the consumers spending habits. Stores like CVS and Borders don’t offer instant savings, but they will send cardholders emails with coupons. Discount cards also allow companies to contact their customers via email or phone because you are required to provide that information prior to the card being issued, or you can do like I do and give a fake email and a fake phone number that way they can not sell your personal information. I mean I really don't have time for all these damn cards. First you gotta swipe the discount card, then you gotta swipe your credit or debit card. Too many steps if you ask me, but what's a sistah to do.

What you selling now.

I don’t know about your co-workers but regardless of what company I work for there is always at least one employee that is constantly trying to hock something. Either they are selling something for themselves, for their kids, for their spouse, or for their friends. Unfortunately, I’ma sucker for crafts and stuff in magazines, I don’t know why but show me a magazine of the stuff you are selling and I will find something that I like guaranteed. But check this out, my co-worker came in with the Avon book and says she is taking orders for her friend and wanted to know if anyone in the office wanted anything. Needless to say, I looked in the book and saw some good Christmas gifts and ordered a whole buncha stuff because I was going to charge it on my credit card. Y’all know buy now, pay later. I placed my order and went on about my merry way. A few days later co-worker was collecting the money and I let her know that I was paying by credit and to tell her friend to call me. She let me know later that day that her friend does not take credit. I said well on the back of her books it said that credit cards were accepted and even listed the ones they took. The next day I discovered I can order the stuff from Avon.Com and use my credit card, so I told the co-worker to tell her I would just cancel my order and order off the internet. I was even nice enough to tell her that I would give her friend’s name on the internet form so she could still get credit for the sale. Wouldn’t you know that she said, “Well she already has the stuff at her house, what do you want her to do with it.” I looked at her like, are you stupid? I said she can return it or resale it what eva she wants to do with it. A few days went by and then my co-worker left a note on my desk saying her friend wants me to pay for shipping to return the merchandise. Oh naw you dident!!!!! I told my co-worker I ain’t paying for no damn shipping. I advised her that she should have advised her “sales agents” that she does not take credit cards, and she should x out the credit card acceptance part on her books. She asked me again….. so what you want me to tell her. ( pure silence, can you here the crickets ) I said, “Tell her I’m not paying for shipping, and that it is an unfair business practice.” My co-worker started looking at me as if I was the devil himself. I apologized for any inconvenience but was adamant about not paying for shipping. I guess I can count on her not asking me to buy anything else from her or her friends, but oh well.

Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

When I was little my granddaddy use to tell us God made girls from sugar and spice and everything nice. And as I child I really believed that, he made me and my other cousins believe that God only used the best material to make little girls. However, as I matured and came of age I began to question my granddaddy’s tale of God’s perfection. Every month magazines attempt to diminish its subscribers (mostly women) self esteem by reminding them that a size 12 is considered plus size ( WTF, that’s skinny to me), and suggest some exercises that could possibly get you closer to that Amy Winehouse physique . Maybe your man has lost interest in sex, the magazine will tell you the top 10 sexual positions and tricks that may revive your relationship. Just when you thought you found the perfect hairstyle they are quick to advise you that bangs are last season and if you are wearing them you are totally out of season and out of style. And for the sistahs 30 and over you can forget it, you need to cop that $ 135.00 face cream because those smile lines are already starting to show. And we all know it is okay to be 30 but to look 30 is a big, big no- no. I went to a dermatologist office not to long ago and he was promoting something called Lipo-Disolve. Supposedly, this shot melts the fat away in 11-15 shots @ $300.00 a piece. I briefly wondered what type of ingredients dissolve cellulite, and would I really want something that is so potent that it dissolves fat injected into my body. Lets face it, women of all colors are constantly being told how imperfect they are and there are billions of dollars being made based on the insecurity of women. Since Kanye mother, Donda West died due to complications of plastic surgery I can’t turn on TV without hearing the good and the bad about plastic surgery. Entertainment Tonight, Access Hollywood, The Insider and My Two Cents have all addressed plastic surgery (all week) and has included footage regarding Donda West untimely death. I will not make a defense for or against plastic surgery because sometimes it is medically necessary and other times it is used to “enhance” a person’s appearance. Either way it’s time for women to accept themselves and appreciate all that comes with being a woman. There will inevitably be times when plastic surgery is necessary but make it a last resort. As far as I am concerned there is no one standard of beauty. Beauty can be seen in a person’s smile, their attitude, physically, spiritually and many other ways. As Americans we have been taught to strive for a certain standard of beauty that is totally unattainable for most of us. Beyonce, Halle Berry and Alicia Keys are all beautiful women but if you are trying to obtain that standard of beauty and your 5’2, dark skin and 180lbs you can forget about it. Basically find what works for you and go with that, because beauty is really a subjective thing anyway certainly not worth dying over.

Slow Monday

Sorry for the lack of post but lately my life has been pretty normal and very uninteresting. Which in itself is a good thing, believe me I’ve had enough drama to last two lifetimes. Well it’s the beginning of the month and I’m broke all ready. I hate the beginning of the month because everything is due, and I watch my bank account slowly dwindle down to nothing. Y’all already know how I feel about paying the outrageously high rent and that was due plus other necessities like food and the car note. And to be honest I don’t think making more money would save me grief, because I am a typical negro, the more I make the more I spend, but I am slowly coming out of that thinking pattern. I recently returned things that still had tags on them that I really never needed to begin with. I hate debt but I am an impulse shopper so now I am avoiding the malls like crazy. Sadly, Christmas is coming up and most of the time I end up with more gifts for myself than for friends and family. Maybe I can shop online this year, but that would mean no last minute shopping (yeah right). Anyways, I got my locs and I love it. I really thought I was gonna look kinda like a nappy headed ho….. but that was not the case at all. My locs are very neat, well maintained and works well in the professional environment. It’s really a slow day today and I am bored out of my mind. Well I finally got the boot leg copy of American Gangster so I guess I will watch that tonight and just chill out. Speaking of American Gangster how did so many boot leg copies (good ones at that) get put on the market before the movie came out? This type of boot legging happens to the Tyler Perry's of the world, not movies like this. I was getting calls from St. Louis to Sacramento telling how great the movie was and how it's the best boot leg movie ever! And this was two days before the movie came out. Please believe boot legging has no color, a white guy on my job hooked me up with a copy. I'ma ask him to get me Why Did I Get Married next. Yeah I get boot leg especially when they are free. I got so many boot leg CDs that I hafta put them in the back seat becase I am running out of space. As they use to say.... don't hate the player .... hate the game