The legend of Dr. Gabriel Oyibo...

Dr. Oyibo’s biological info. is hard to come by, but my research did find these facts: Dr. Gabriel Audu Oyibo was born in Nigeria, Africa, in the year of 1952. His undergraduate studies started at Ahmadu Bello University (also in Nigeria) in 1975, and Dr. Oyibo received his PhD in aerodynamics and mathematics in 1980, from the prestigious Rennselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy, New York. And it was there, that Dr. Oyibo also spent 4 years on research sponsored by NASA, where he also taught several courses on mathematics, aerodynamics, aeroelasticity, and aircraft design.

Albert Einstein was born in Ulm, Germany, on March 14^th, 1879. His father, Hermann, was a salesman and engineer, and his mother was Pauline Koch. In 1880, Albert’s family moved to Munich, where his father and uncle Jakob founded a company that manufactured electrical equipment based on their theories of direct current.  

Albert excelled at math and physics at a young age, and at 12, he taught himself algebra and geometry over a single summer. A family tutor, Max Talmud, had given a young Albert a geometry book to work on, and Einstein worked through the whole book in a short while. Months later, Max told Albert’s parents how their son’s ingenuity in math, was so high, he could no longer follow.

Now, we all know that Einstein went on to become a world-famous physicist, who’s name is almost synonymous with the word, “genius”. Additionally, we all know he came up with the most popular equation in physics, that being “E=mc²”. And for the layperson (like myself), let me just give readers here a brief synopsis of what this equation means: (E)nergy = (m)ass x the speed of light(c), squared”—and this is basically saying that energy and mass (matter) are interchangeable—so, they’re essentially two sides of the same coin. Additionally, Einstein determined that the laws of physics were also the same for all “non-accelerated” observers, and that the speed of light was independent of the motion of said observers—and this was regardless of their “relative” motion or the motion of any light source. Hence, this equation is called, the “theory of relativity”.

Now, here’s something the american (mis)educational system never taught me about Einstein: up until the day of his death, Albert searched for the quizzical answer to the existing question of whether the “Big Bang Theory” or the “voice of God” was at the genesis of the world’s “creation”. Mind you, good ol’ Al, never found the answer.

But Dr. Oyibo did.

And Dr. Oyibo’s equation for figuring out this centuries-old question, is called “GAGUT”—and that stands for, the “God Almighty Grand Unified Theorem”. And Dr. Oyibo’s equational representation of this is: “G ij, j = 0—and once again, for layperson’s (like me), let’s break this all the way down…

Simply put, Dr. Oyibo’s theory has proven that what “unifies” the “Big Bang Theory” and “God’s (theological) word” are “wave formations”—meaning, both the Big Bang and God’s word created the “electromagnetic forces” resulting in these waves. And what makes this discovery so revolutionary, is Dr. Oyibo found the one element that’s the common denominator between the gravitational and electromagnetic forces that brought said “waves” into existence. And that element is “Hydrogen”. And this theorem not only shows how Hydrogen is the one elemental building block of the universe (whitey thought there were 118 elements that form the basis of science), but within this theorem, Dr. Oyibo shows how our ancient ancestors were able to turn lead into gold using this equation’s (ancient) “Kemetic” and alchemical formula(s).

And beyond these accomplishments, some of Dr. Oyibo’s other achievements include…

—introducing “Affine Transformations” to the field(s) of aeroelasticity and aeronautics used by prominent researchers and airline companies all over the world. *Note: Affine Transformations are linear mapping methods that preserve points and straight lines in planes. Meaning, sets of parallel lines will remain parallel after an Affine Transformation, which makes aircrafts fly more effectively.

—Additionally, Dr. Oyibo has solved the toughest challenges of at least 3 disciplines, including: 1.) Navier-Stokes Equations in mathematics. *Note: Navier-Stokes Equations are the basis of governing equations for viscous, heat-conducting fluids. It’s a vector equation involving “Newton’s Law of Motion” to a fluid element—meaning, Dr. Oyibo not only bested Einstein, but (Sir Issac) Newton too. 2.) Aeronautic “Turbulence” via his “Affine Transformations” theorems. And 3.) the “GAGUT” theorem applied to mathematics/physics.

—Dr. Oyibo has also been nominated for the Presidential Medal of Science and Nobel Prize Awards. And these nominations have been supported by distinguished professors from universities like: the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) and the Cambridge International Biological Centre.

—England has bestowed Dr. Oyibo with the following honors: The International Personality of the Year (2000-2001), Outstanding Scientist of the 21^st Century (2000), and he’s been named one of the “One Hundred Most Outstanding Citizens of the World”.

—In america, he’s been given the following accolades: Dr. Oyibo received the Key to Miami-Dade County, and he was honored by the Miami-Dade School Board on October of 2002. He was also honored by the New York City Council and the Huntington, New York, Town Council, for his work and discoveries. He also holds the AAA (American institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics) Journal worldwide publication record for 1983.

—Lastly, Professor Oyibo is currently a Professor of Mathematics and Mathematical Sciences at the OFAPPIT Institute of Technology and the University of Bridgeport, Connecticut.

So, the next time a pic of Albert Einstein flashes before you on a TV, computer, or smartphone screen, or someone mentions his name—you can now think of our (indigenous) Black scientific legend, Dr. Gabriel Oyibo, and know, that he found what good ol’ Albert Einstein, died trying to find—but never did.

And in the words of Sam L. Jackson, in Spike Lee’s movie, “Do the Right Thing”: “That’s the double truth, Ruth.”

SHOUTS OUT TO THE (LIVING) NETCHER/KING/NEGUS/CREATOR DEITY, DR. GABRIEL OYIBO!! LET’S CREATE A DAY TO CELEBRATE THIS GREAT MIND (THAT’S STILL) AMONGST US!!

Later…

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

As much as I’d like to think I did a grand job of explaining Dr. Oyibo’s theorem, nobody can do it better than the man himself. So, here’s a vid that gives a brief overview of GAGUT by Dr. Oyibo. And, I apologize right off the bat for this vid’s lack of clarity, but I know it’s content will more than make up for it.

And for the intrepid amongst you, check out the extended version of Dr. Oyibo’s dissertation with Professor Booker T. Coleman giving us a full break down of GAGUT at the video’s beginning—and you can watch that HERE.

*Addendum — 12/13/18: For those of you who’re interested in watching the above mentioned “longer” vid, I thought I’d just put it here in hopes you’ll see how magnificent a breakthrough Dr. Oyibo's “GAGUT” theorem really is. Now, the best way to watch this (in my opinion) is in serial “bite-sized” portions. Meaning, there’s a heck of a lot of info. here to digest—but, if you looked at this clip for 15 minutes, over the course of several viewings, I’m sure you’ll see not only how ingenious Dr. Oyibo is, but why whitey don’t want us to know how he out-shined Einstein. Also note, that Booker T. Coleman shows how our ancient ancestral monument, the "Shabaka Stone", ties into Dr. Oyibo's theorem(s).

The end of feminism (Part 3.5)...Blythe Masters, Credit default swaps, the bitter-sweetness of "Bitcoins", Jay-Z's Diasporic manifesto, and the rise of "disaster" capitalism...

“I do believe CDS’s (Credit Default Swaps) have been miscast, much as poor workmen tend to blame their tools.”

—Blythe Masters 

“Financial freedom’s our only hope…”

—Jay-Z, from the song, “The Story of O.J.”

To the readers of this blog: One of the reasons I started the “End of feminism” series, is to spotlight the fact that (one) of white fascism’s deadliest weapons—is the white woman. And that means what? It means that because white women have been given the title of the world’s prettiest and most exquisitely feminine female (according to european standards anyway), more often than not, the Black Diaspora will let their collective guards down, when it comes to her stealthier and more finessed form(s) of fascism.

For example, a Black man who’s slated to make a lot of money, will often be targeted by white fascist freemasons, to not only join their ranks, but to be paired with some icy-blue eyed, hawk-nosed, and flat-assed white female, so his money stays in their clutches. And for Black women, it could be joining up with some feminist cadre whose real goal, is to give a Black female (or at least to make her feel) like she’ll have more access to white men by joining them, in hopes that she’ll marry one some day. And white women’ll do this, while telling Black women that they’re “sisters in the same struggle”.

Always remember family, the ultimate goal of white fascism, is to MAKE SURE THAT BLACK MEN AND WOMEN DO NOT GIVE BIRTH TO ANOTHER BLACK CHILD, WITH THE SAME GENETIC POWER TO WIPE THEM OUT, THAT WE HAVE! Also remember, because of this, ONE OF US ANYWHERE, IS A THREAT TO THEM EVERYWHERE!

So, Blythe Masters’ story is yet another example of a white woman working to further the causes of the pale-skinned fascist agenda, all while she and her kind, try to pass themselves off as an “oppressed minority”. 

Now, Blythe Masters’ endgame not only fits in with the 3 tenets of the “Hegelian Dialect” (Problem, Reaction, Solution), but this dastardly template reminds me so much of a “3-act” play, that I thought it warranted my presentation of her tragic trajectory, in 3-acts. Now, for those who aren’t familiar with the 3-act play (or movie) format, it basically consists of the first act, which is the set-up for the main incident that kicks the whole story off, the second act, which describes the confrontation, or the “rising action” that fuels the story’s momentum, and the third act which is the story’s “resolution”, which basically details how the whole darn thing will end. Mind you, I’m doing this ‘cause Blythe, at least in my opinion, is the poster-girl for not only what’s wrong with the financial industry, but the covert agenda that’s fueling its convoluted culture.

Now, (supposedly) outside the confines of corporate boardrooms, we have the rapper Jay-Z—who’s not only a white fascist freemason, but says in his song, “The Story of O.J.”, that “financial freedom’s our only hope…” And understand, while Jay may not have the ear of middle-aged Black folks like myself, he’s definitely influencing our children—and ultimately, that’s why he makes so much money, ‘cause he’s got the power to make people do the things he says.

And with that said, I’ll thank you in advance for your kind indulgences, while I break down the real goal of whitey’s financially engineered fascist maneuverings, with an emphasis on the insidious agenda(s) of globally marketed “exotic” monetary instruments. And as always, I invite you to let me know what ya’ think about my take on this sordid topic.

—MontUHURU Mimia

Act 1: Blythe’s Beginnings

Blythe Sally Jess Levett, better known as Blythe Masters (right), was born in Oxford, England, on March 22^nd, 1969, and attended the “King’s School” in Canterbury, England. Now, this is the “boarding” school, which provided her with much of her grade, middle and high-schooling needs, before she attended “Trinity College”, where in 1991, she graduated with a B.A. in Economics.

Shortly after graduation, Blythe joined the J.P. Morgan banking company, where she worked her way up to a managing director at 28. Mind you, she was the youngest director to hold that position in the firm’s history. Also, for the record, Blythe took the last name, “Masters” after she married her ex, Daniel, who also works in finance. Now, it was before winning the title of managing director, that Blythe not only became a white fascist freemason, but was tasked by her masonic handlers to help them solve an age-old problem. And that was, how to (legally) loop-hole around the pesky regulations mandating that banks have a required amount of money on hand, so they could more safely cover monetary or credit losses in the future. Basically, banks were looking for a better way to manage credit risks, so they’d be more profitable.

So, in June of 1994, a group of financiers in J.P. Morgan’s global derivatives department, went to a luxurious resort hotel in Boca Raton, Florida, for a weekend excursion, where they’d come up with an answer to their industry’s dilemma.

Mind you, during this “convention”, this group of “twenty-something” financial engineers got drunk, jumped into the hotel’s pool(s) fully clothed, and basically had a party, while mulling over ways to navigate around credit risk. Now, keep in mind, when I say these were a group of “twenty-somethings”, I’m talking about young people in their early 20’s. So, these were basically a group of kids tasked with solving an industry-wide problem—and the leader of this jejune coterie, was none other than Blythe Masters.

48 hours later, this confederacy of well-educated dunces, came up with the idea of purchasing “insurance” policies, that would remove risks intrinsic to issuing loans—and in more layman’s terms, they’d created a buffer between them and defaulted credit—and these “exotic” financial instruments would be called, “Credit Default Swaps”.

Now, you might be thinking, okay, theoretically, that’s nice to know bruh, but how does this work in real life? Welp, let’s take the case of the Exxon-Valdez oil spill that happened in 1998, as an example.

Now before that year, J.P. Morgan had extended a $4.8 billion-dollar credit loan to Exxon. After the spill, Exxon faced a $5 billion-dollar lawsuit, after dumping literally millions of gallons of oil in Alaska’s Prince William Sound. Now, a group of J.P. Morgan bankers (again led by Blythe) purchased insurance against Exxon’s credit line, with the help of the “european Bank of Reconstruction and Development” who issued the insuring bond to them. And this not only shielded the bank from Exxon’s blunder financially, but it also allowed J.P. Morgan to cut the cost of capital it was required to hold against Exxon’s default. And this essentially reduced J.P. Morgan’s own risk—making the bank more profitable. Mind you, these Credit Default Swaps (CDS’s) were considered so revolutionary, that not only did the whole of the banking industry adopt them, but behind their protections, J.P. Morgan began bundling these “risky” loans together and sold them in packages they called “BISTRO”, and this stood for “Broad Index Secured Trust Offering(s)”. On top of that, these new “bad loans” were bought by other financial institutions, to be sold off to yet another bank. So, the finance industry now had free (and legal) reign to begin cannibalizing itself.

Act 2: Monetary Meltdown(s)

Now, when the finance industry’s home loan brokers saw what CDS’s would allow them to do, they dove in head first. And what this meant was, banks (or organizations like them) basically didn’t have to have any repositories of cash or credit to cover loans, so they could offer the homebuyer any kind of outrageous sum of money to buy a home, if they had a CDS in play—and all that banker or broker would have to worry about, was collecting their fee. Thus, some real estate brokering agencies would take out several loans on the same house—'cause it didn’t matter whether the homebuyer could afford them or not, as long as brokers got paid, they were good.

Mind you, hundreds of banks were doing this, to the point where it became so common, that these practices were given a name, “predatory lending”. And while all this went on, these bad home loans were bundled up, and sold on stock markets to any corporation(s) wanting them—then the company that purchased them, would sell them to another bank. Mind you, this was creating what finance industries call a “bubble”, which had been growing since the turn of the new millennium—and it would all come to screeching halt in 2008.

Fast forward to 2008, when a “financial crisis” hits america.

Now, most people who lived to see this, remember that people on “Main Street” lost their jobs, homes, families, etc. due to the abuses of the financial industry—while “Wall Street”, which represented america’s biggest banks, got bailed out by bureaucrats, via “TARP” Funding. Mind you, “TARP” stood for “Troubled Asset Relief Program” and it effectively excused banks for their thievery by “gifting” them with $700 BILLION dollars, to make their troubles magically go away. And adding insult to injury, financial executives in charge of these funds, took hundreds of thousands of dollars of this money, and literally threw parties with it. So much so, that separate legislation had to be written to abate these abuses.

Now, let’s stop here a sec’…

Cause this is the “official” story of what happened—but what actually happened was this: Henry Paulson ( Bush Jr.’s Treasury Secretary back in 2008) was tasked with destabilizing america’s finance industry, so the government could take it over. Mind you, Blythe was just doing her part in created the insidious financial instrument that would get the ball rolling, so the markets could go bust—which they did.

And this fits the 3-staged template of the “Hegelian Dialect” to the letter—so, let’s go through those steps right quick…

Step 1: Problem: whitey wants control of american banks

Mr. white folks saw the scandalous amounts of money being made in the finance industry and felt like they weren’t getting enough of that action, so they needed to find a way to shut the whole system down and start anew—with them running the show.

Step 2: Reaction: Creating the instrument of destruction

Ordo Ab Chao, or “Order out of chaos” is not only a motto of freemasonry, it’s the actual means by which they gain control of the world. So, they tasked ol’ girl Blythe to come up with an “exotic” means of destroying the financial markets, and they infected the whole of the industry with this “disease”. And when the disease effectively killed the organization (or organism), fascists enacted the third step…

Step 3: Solution: The “Jack” move

Henry Paulson, with the sanction of his freemasonic handlers, meets with the head of america’s top banks, and tells them about the “bail-out” monies that’ll be given to them. Now, some bank CEO’s refused the money (cause they understood they’d be under governmental rule), to which Henry said (and this is documented), anyone of you who refuse this money will see your bank(s) destroyed. So, this was a good ol’ fashioned “stick up”, without the gun.

Act 3: Blythe, the “blockchain”, “BitCoin”, and the real-real “endgame”

Now, when the dust settled in the finance industry, I remember Blythe’s CDS’s being called a “weapon of mass destruction” by finance guru, Warren Buffet. And with that kinda’ bad press, you’d think for sure that no one (in finance at least) would want anything to do with Blythe, right?

Wrong.

From 2001 to 2004, Blythe became J.P. Morgan’s “head of Global Portfolio and Credit Policy and Strategy”—from 2004 to 2007, she became the Chief Financial Officer of J.P. Morgan’s Investment bank—and surprise of all surprises, J.P. Morgan was caught manipulating energy markets in California and Michigan under Blythe’s tutelages. And behind this fiasco, they had to pay $410 million dollars in damages. Blythe left J.P. Morgan shortly afterwards.

Now, in 2015, Blythe became the Chief Executive of a company called, “Digital Asset Holdings”. And this is a consortium that distributes “ledger technology” to reduce cost, risk, and capital requirements in wholesale financial services. Mind you, this ledger technology goes by a more common name, and that is the “blockchain”. Moreover, this technology was created to support the “BitCoin” cryptocurrency. And again, surprise of surprises, BitCoin stocks are in a precipitous fall—and in more layman’s terms, the stock’s tanking y’all.

Additionally, I’d be remiss, if I didn’t say this: the real-real endgame of any kind of american (or even global) currency, whether it be digital or physical, is a TOTAL DEVALUATION of it. Meaning, whitey has to make every currency totally worthless.

Why you ask?

Cause in order for whitey to get any working-class person to be a willing slave, he’s got to make them think they have no money. This way, people will be complicit with any plans white fascism’s got for ‘em. Mind you, they can’t do that all at once, cause too many people would revolt, and the working class outnumber elites by like 100 to 1.

Remember, money was only given to the masses to block our access to resources—PERIOD.

So, in conclusion, let me just say, that white men and their women, should be recognized for what and who they really are—arbiters of death.

Now, am I telling you that you shouldn’t make money?

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

I’ve said all this to say, that money is not sustainable, and whitey will make sure of that—so, the ONLY virtue that will ultimately save us is UNITY!!

And IT’S THE ONE RESOURCE THAT’S ABSOLUTELY FREE!

With it, we can get EVERYTHING!

Without it, we can’t get ANYTHING!

SO THAT BLACK MAN AND WOMAN, IS WHAT WE SHOULD STRIVE FOR FROM THIS DAY FORWARD!

And like Samuel L. Jackson said in Spike Lee’s movie, “Do the Right Thing”: “That’s the double truth, Ruth”.

Later…

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

Family, I had to include this vid, which is a CNBC interview with Blythe in 2009, a year after america's financial crisis. Now, rarely do I see much in the way of emotional displays, when it comes to finance broadcasting, but check out how CNBC’s description of Blythe’s corporate title says that she’s the “woman behind financial weapons of mass destruction”. That always makes me laugh. Mind you at this time Blythe was working for “SIFMA”  (Securities Industry and Financial Markets Association), meaning J.P. Morgan had to temporarily give her more of a “covert” banking position, cause she was too much of a lightning rod, at that point. And I apologize in advance about this vid’s lack of clarity, but it's content (I believe) more than makes up for it. 

    

The white fascist attack on Black femininity (Part 4)...Jill Scott's oral fixation, unresolved subconscious traumas, whitey's "3-staged" plan for Black women, and the "closure" of a celebrity crush...

To the readers of this Blog: Beyond apologizing for missing my deadline scheduling of this forum’s posts, I have to say, that I not only wasn’t gonna’ write another posting for this series (any time soon), but I’d made a conscious effort to stay (far) away from this kind of subject matter dealing with “The white fascist attack on Black women”—lest I come off like some super-jaded Black man who’s just hatin’ on sistas. Understand, I truly try to strike a balance when it comes to writing about the specific dysfunctions plaquing Black men and women. Reason is, it’s too easy to get caught up in the whole “gender-warring” paradigm when you’re an (indigenous) Black person, writing about our state(s) of grace or disgrace.

So, whenever I write about a wide-spread dysfunction amongst Black women, I always attempt to counter it with a similar one in Black men, and vice-versa.

With that said, I’m sure everyone reading this has seen the Jill Scott video where she’s pretending to fellate her microphone. And if you haven’t, it’s all over YouTube, so you don’t have to take my word for it. Now, even though I was set to write about another topic, this vid went viral, and being that I once had a crush on Jill, I felt duty-bound to comment on not only what her actions are really saying, but why we, more than anyone else, should view her actions in the context of the white fascism that created them.

Now, I can hear people saying—bruh, can you come up off that whole white fascism deal when it comes to us? Some people are just naturally screwed up and destined to stay that way—live wit’ it.

Well, I CAN’T!

AND, I WON’T!

Reason being is, if I, for one moment, indulge in the thought(s) that the dysfunctions displayed by our people are NATURAL TO US, then I’m doomed to hate myself and everyone else who looks like me, for being Black.

And I’ve spent the majority of my life feeling this way, so I’ll be damned if I go back.

Moreover, I’ve done the work to know that because we have the most genetic power(s) to breed whitey out of existence, that we have a larger bullseye on our backs than any other kind of person, when it comes to initiatives meant to destroy the Black man, woman, and family. So, I hope you understand that this ain’t an indictment of Jill, it’s an attempt to understand why this beautiful and rich sista is having such a hard time finding “Mr. Right”, when she has all the tools to do so (Halle Berry). 

So, I’d like you to keep this in mind while you read this post, and as always, I welcome your feedback, ‘cause more than anything, I created this space to be a sounding board for not only what ails us, but how we can resolve it. And that manifesto is one I’ll follow til’ this blog’s end.

—MontUHURU Mimia

Jillian “Jill” Scott was born on April 4^th, 1972 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and grew up in North Philly being raised by her mother, Joyce Scott, and her grandmother. During her youth, she recalled being “very much a loved child”, while learning the “three ‘r’s’” at the Philadelphia School for Girls.

She attended Temple University thereafter, where she studied “secondary education”, in hopes of becoming a school teacher, but was dissuaded from doing so, after getting a job as a teacher’s aide. Thus, she dropped out of Temple U., in pursuit of her dream as a singer.

Not too long after her trials at Temple, did she land an apprenticeship with a theater company. And after that, she was hired as a cast member for a touring Canadian production of the play, “Rent”. Then, Jill hit her stride as a “spoken word” artist in the Philadelphia area, where she was one of the many promising poets who recited poetry, hummed songs and rapped at various gatherings around Philly. While making her rounds as a poet, she went on to record seven songs with DJ Jazzy Jeff. Yep, the same one who was wit’ the “Fresh Prince”, Will Smith. In the midst of this and appearing on various Philly stages, she caught the eye of “The Roots” Questlove, and got her chance to co-write the song, “You Got Me”. This song was not only recorded by The Roots and Erykah Badu, but the single earned a Grammy Award. Once this created a buzz around her, Jill was signed to “Hidden Beach Recordings” and put out the album, “Who is Jill Scott?” (Words and Sounds Volume 1) in 2000. And the album went on to score Jill 3 Grammy Awards of her own.

Now, let’s stop here a sec’.

Shortly after this, is when I developed a crush on Jill, cause of her bohemian/“earth-mortherly” vibe. She wore her hair in a long natural, was fond of wearing dashikis, and had the outward appearance of being peaceful and non-judgmental, which is what every brotha’s looking for in a Black woman. And mind you, this was despite the fact that Jill was “big-boned”—and plenty of other brothas will vouch for this. So no, it’s not all about a bangin’ booty ladies.

Now, fast forward to 2013—I remember hearing that Jill was gonna’ be on the Aresnio Hall show, and naturally, I wanted to watch, but when I tuned in, Jill came out in a weave and a shirt that had her cleavage spilling out of it—and I was like, Jill? And mind you, this is about the time that the movie, “Baggage Claim” was released in theaters. And in this flick, Jill plays some over-sexed harlot of an airline stewardess—and this is when I knew she was headed down a wrong path. And mind you, this was after the birth of her son, and her first divorce.

But let’s cut to the chase, and talk about Jill’s viral vid…

This past Tuesday, on November 13^th, a video surfaced of Jill, where she, shall we say, orally stimulates her stage mic—and afterwards, in her defense, she sent out a “tweet” saying: “I sing/act out all kinds of stories. You should “cum” to my shows. After a Jill Scott show, most people get splendidly laid by whoever they came with…”

Now, I’m not one to get worked up over the salacious scandal(s) of Jill’s career, but in so many words, let me tell you 3 things that Jilly was really saying when she did, what she did…

#1. Jill’s simulated sex act was a loud cry for help.

Jill Scott is in a lotta’ pain, y’all. And the source of said pain is her quandary over not knowing why she can’t find “Mr. Right”. And this might sound particularly melodramatic, but I can almost see her staring out of a wide window most evenings and thinking, okay, I’m obviously talented and rich, and I bump into men who tell me I’m beautiful all the time—so, where’s my man? And Jill’s display of oral gymnastics was a public attempt at finding him.

#2. Jill’s simulated sex act, unbeknownst to her, makes her look more masculine than feminine.

Now, originally this series focused on the “Dora Milaje-like” “buzz-cutted” hairstyles that Marvel’s Black Panther movie glorified. And the last post in this series had me writing specifically about Sanaa Lathan’s Netflix movie, “Nappily Ever After”. But my diatribes about sistas with short hair cuts wasn’t just about hairstyles, but the connotations that go along with them. Now, I noticed as of late, Jill has also started donning a short hair style (upper left), and once again I must say, this will dissuade the majority of men from looking at her in the context of a woman they wanna’ be in a long-term relationship with or being someone they wanna’ be married to. Now ladies, am I saying that I wanna’ see more Black women wearing weaves?

HELL NO!

I’m saying that long locks, or a long “natural” will make you look more feminine, and will make you more appealing to men in general, than a short, buzz-cut-of-a-hairdo, that makes you look like you don’t have any hair to style AT ALL.

#3. Here’s why feminists will encourage Jill’s behavior.

white feminists especially will laud and applaud Jill for what she did for not one, but 3 reasons, and they are: 1.) white women know that Black women making themselves look over-sexed, makes them look more masculine, while making white women look more feminine. 2.) white women know the cultural currency associated with femininity, and they at all costs wanna’ keep that for themselves, while telling Black women that they’re “sisters in the struggle”. 3.) the modern-day white women knows what kind of disadvantage she’s at with Black female curves becoming the norm (that’s why they’re injecting silicone into their lips and butts). So, whitey’s being portrayed as the archetypal/stereotypical, demure, fragile flower-of-a-woman, is one way, they can maintain their coveted status as the world’s prettiest (and most feminine) female.

Now, I said I’d list “3” things Jill was saying when she performed that simulated sex act, but there’s one mo’ thing I’d be remiss for not sayin’, so let’s go for 4…

#4. Jill’s simulated sex act said that she can’t find a “good” Black man to date or marry.

Now, there’s a large contingency of (swirling) sistas who’re thinkin’, welp, if Jill really wants to find “Mr. Right”, she needs to stop dating/marrying brothas. And to that I’ll say this: once I dated a sista who showed me that she really wanted to be in a relationship—and this woman even pointed out an older Black couple, and said she fancied that for herself. A couple of weeks later, we had a disagreement about which movie we’d see, and behind that, this woman let loose a tirade of every negative Black male stereotype you could think of, towards me. Mind you, not only did she have this kinda’ pernicious stockpile deeply embedded in her subconscious, but as a result, she felt she should be the head of a household, over a man. Needless to say, I moved on.

Now, a lot of Black women are probably reading this and thinking, well, just ‘cause Jill might be that way around Black men, don’t mean she’s gonna’ comport herself like that around white, and non-Black men. Now, if you’ve read my previous editorials about this subject, I say several times that at least half of Black women are so subconsciously hard-wired to act this way around Black men, they can’t help but act the same way around white or non-Black ones. And you shouldn’t take my word for this, just ask Halle Berry.

And let me also say, that this is one of the dysfunctions I talked about, that have been bred into us. Meaning, you can’t talk about this state-of-mind in some Black women, without talking about the white fascist machinations in america, that created this. Again, NONE OF OUR DYSFUNCTIONS ARE NATURAL TO US—THEY’VE ALL BEEN CONDITIONED INTO US BY aMERICA’S SOCIAL ORDER!

Still, I can hear some sistas saying, bruh—you don’t know that this is what Jill’s suffering from—she might be the sweetest, most complicit domestic partner a Black man could want. And her failed relationships could all be the fault of these low-life brothas. And to that I say, Jill never saw her mother in a successful relationship with a Black man, so she has no real point of reference for maintaining one. Mind you, I believe in my heart of hearts, that Jill desperately wants a successful relationship with a Black man, but the household she grew up in, not only taught her how to work against that, but it taught her that any man she’s married to (a Black man especially) should be subservient to her in a household. And no real man is gonna’ agree with this.

And what makes this malady even more insidious, is the fact that this is all embedded in Jill’s subconscious—thus, she’ll probably never recognize the problem on that level, and she’ll never do the work to resolve it.

Now, with all that said, I’m still hoping one day Jill meets that “Mr. Right” Black man—but until she does the subconscious work to resolve the issues she has with us, her relationships with Black men, will never work. Moreover, because she’s so successful in other areas of her life, I doubt that she’ll ever feel a need to change much of anything about herself—especially on any kind of mental level(s).

Thus, even with a sliver of hope for Jill finding Mr. Right, I’m kinda’ closing my file on the crush I once had on her. Cause not only is she portraying herself as damaged goods, but she’s role-modeling this type of behavior for younger Black women.

And that’s something none of us should support.

Later…

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

Now, the vid clip of Jill giving her mic a simulated “job”, is too debauched for me to post here, but the vid I will post, is one of her being inebriated while documenting the moment on social media.  And I’m not trying to promote the YouTuber, “Just Shenanigans”, but this is the best vid (and commentary) I found, dealing wit’ Jill’s fiascoes. And one last thing I’d like to say about Jill and the modern-day, strong, independent, “I don’t need no man”, type of sista, is that Jill’s dysfunctional state, is where the embrace of white fascist mores about Black men (i.e. white feminism) will lead you. And this involves keeping you in 3 states of being, and those are (again): 1. well-paid, 2. over-sexed, and 3. alone.

P.P.S.

*Addendum — 11/29/18: Family, once again, I’d be remiss, if I didn't show y’all this: Here's the official trailer for the movie “Baggage Claim”, where, as I wrote earlier, Jill plays some tramped-out, harlot-of-an-airline-stewardess. Now, I want you to pay particularly close attention to the opening of this clip, more specifically, the parts starting @ 0:19 til' 0:29. This is the part where Jill, as the trampy stewardess says: “If you need a man honey, I can get you one of those...” She then beckons the male bar attendant, and right afterwards, the white guy in the bunch says, “Why don't you marry Gayle? If she goes a week without waxing her mustache, they’ll think it’s Steve Harvey.”

Now, here’s what the white guy (who represents white men in general) is really saying about Gayle/Jill—he’s stating that in a man's mind, an over-sexed woman, equates to a hyper-masculine woman. And that’s cause no man wants to think that the female he’s dating, has had more sex partners than he’s had. And mind you, Paula Patton’s character states emphatically that it’s not a man she needs, it’s a husband. This is making a clear distinction between a woman who men deem worthy of marriage, and a woman who's strictly relegated to the “one-night stand”, or jump-off status quo.