Black Nationalism 101...who are the 'truly indigenous'?

Recently, a young man who frequents this Blog and goes by the name/handle 'Kevin', left a suggestion in the comment section of my last post.

He basically said, he and I should do some research on ancient Black people who were here before the 'native american Indians' and Cristobal Colon...I mean Christopher Columbus--Note: Cristobal Colon, the man renamed Christopher Columbus, actually had spanish origins; not italian. And he was given this name to represent the secret society he belonged to. The name Columbus is well used in white supremacist freemasonic circles. One of the incarnations of the sir-name Columbus is the name/word Columbia, and this word is especially famous in those circles. And we see it all the time in every walk of life, ala 'CBS'--Columbia Broadcasting Station, Columbia Records, Washington D.C. (D.C.=District of Columbia), Columbia University, etc. This word is used to identify the presence of these fraternities wherever it might appear; thus, Cristobal Colon, again, was given the name Christopher Columbus to identify the secret society he belonged to. 

Kevin was saying how he thinks there's a rich history of our people in america before the 'native american indians' and/or there might be a shared bloodline we have with them; especially the way some of us claim to have 'indian in our family', which might explain how some of us have straighter hair and more european looking features.  

So I said, before either one of us do any research he should give me a chance to expound on what I already know regarding this topic. Firstly, Kev, yes there were Black people in america centuries before the 'native american indains'. And one of the better known Black native american tribes was called the 'Washitaw Muurs (Moors)', who white scientests have identified as the oldest tribe in this country, meaning they predated every other type of ethnic group on this continent. It's also said the Washitaws were kin to the Olmecs, who were a powerful tribe of ancient Black people who first inhabited south america. Check out the 'Olmec head' statue at the top left, note the powerfully broad, wide nose and the full, luscious lips...if this don't look like a brotha to you, I don't know what does. 

But more importantly Kev, if you consider yourself a Black Nationalist, its imperative you know how this is not only the case for the 'americas', but the entire planet. 

One term I love pertaining to how our people were here first, globally, speaks to Black people being this world's 'truly indigenous' inhabitants. Meaning it was Black men and women who again, populated this entire planet, and it was us who were on every continent of this earth before anyone else. 

And Kevin, notice I never used the word 'aboriginal' in reference to Black people's indigenous status; that's 'cause this is one of the inbred's favorite word games, falling under the auspices of what I call the white elite's 'low-down linquistics' campaign. 

If we really look at this word, you'll see the first two letters are 'ab', and this usually makes one think of the word 'abnormal'. So its already got a negative connotation. But if we look at two more letters of the word we get 'abor', like abhor or abhorrent...ya' dig? Then the tail end of the word, of course, is 'original'. So with this under, or 'overstanding' of the word, it breaks down to 'abhorring...or hating, the original'. And who do you automatically think of when you hear the term 'aboriginal'? You think of Australia's 'Aborigines', i.e. the australian tribe predating every

other tribe on their continent. Check out the high-grade melenated australian brotha (Aborigines) to the left. If you don't think he's descended from 'pure-bred' Black people, then you're just in denial. Moreover, look at his deeply dark, rich, lovely and exquisitely dope skin tone! Man I wish I had skin that color...and this is just me having another bout of melanin envy Kev, so just let me indulge a little bit (LOL!). If I could find a sista with this shade of skin, it'd be ON! And truthfully, any Black man calling himself a Black Nationalist, should exclusively date highly melanated women so we could produce more 'pure-bred' Black children for the future. But I'll talk about that on another post. 

Also Kev, this is a good segue way into another topic I was planning to write about. I remember being told all

my life how celestial 'Black holes' were the 'ending' of existence; essentially, I was told by every white science teacher how light and matter couldn't escape its clutches. Basically making them seem extremely insidious. But now after doing some research, I've found out and white scientists have verified, how Black holes are the 'beginning' of every form of life, not the ending. And I say white scientists have verified this, 'cause sadly, for the majority of our people a white man's word is still gospel. Out of celestial Black holes comes planets, stars, suns, galaxies, etc. I did some more research and found out that EVERY LIVING THING COMES OUT OF DARK MATTER; OR THE UNIVERSAL DARKNESS...MEANING AGAIN, CREATION ITSELF, COMES FROM THE DARKNESS!

Even the light is created by universal darkness. Don't take my word for this Kev, go look this fact up!

Now, one of the universal laws of religion is the saying 'As above, so below' (Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven); so creation itself comes out of the darkness, or dark matter; and this explains how the whole of the human race came out of, or through the BLACK WOM(B)AN!

So understand, when anyone speaks of the 'truly indigenous', they are speaking about Black people who populated this ENTIRE PLANET. Again, we are the 'truly indigenous' people of this world to the exclusion of everyone else. 

Now, speaking again of religion, the above theory is evidenced by the pope and the papacy giving the world a pale-skinned lord and savior named jesus christ to worship. But who the pope(s), current and past

are worshipping, at least as their most exalted deity, is not jesus christ, but the Black madonna and child (pictured left). Now, the conspiracy theorist/CIA agent David Icke, says their worshiping of the Black madonna and child has nothing to do with ethnicity...THAT'S B.S.!

The pope is but one religious leader who's a member of a secret society, i.e. the illuminati; and they know the Black woman gave birth to the entire human race, but don't want us to know this for fear we'll escape the white supremacist mind-set that's got us thinking whites are the 'be all-end all' of existence. 

So this says what? This says, if what ultimately gave birth to creation itself is represented in the color Black (also, think of the color of the earth, i.e. the soil that gives life to grass and vegetation, which is the same color as a Black person's skin) then the religious concept of celestial heavens, or heaven itself, where 'God' lives and operates from, according to what nature is telling us, has to be BLACK...NOT WHITE! 

And if God is the only one who can give life, and again, it's proven that every living thing comes from the exquisite universal BLACKNESS, THEN WHAT COLOR MUST GOD BE?

Does this disturb you?

If it does, think about who gave you a 'fear of the dark', or who told you how everything negative has a dark connotation to it; i.e. a 'dark' day, my 'darkest' hour, it's always 'darkest' before the dawn, etc. It was the same white supremacists that have conditioned you to hate yourself. And if you notice the color white, not only rarely happens in nature, but is usually a sign of a substance that is man-made, fake, and is in most cases 'harmful to the body'. Don't believe me? Think about the effects of white sugar, bread, rice, pasta, flour, etc. on the human body...also, if you look at cancer cells under a microscope, they are pure white; don't take my word for this, go look this up! So the image of a white heaven, 'pearly' white gates, white angels, a white throne and such, is all a propaganda campaign to hide what color God and heaven truly are. 

Now Kev, I hope you feel me on this...and if you do, tell me how could you not love yourself more or know how being born Black is a blessing instead of a burden?

So I'll leave you with this, LOVE AND TREASURE YOURSELF KEV! 'CAUSE YOU AND I, AND EVERYONE WHO LOOKS LIKE US, ARE THE TRUEST REPRESENTATION OF GOD ON THIS EARTH!

AGAIN, I LOVE BEING A BLACK MAN!

Sorry if I was a bit long-winded on my answer to your question Kev, but this I had to get out. Let me know what you think bruh.

KEM WESIR!!

MontUHURU Mimia

Christian concentration camps and a reviled retreat...

On July first of this year, while conversing with a co-worker of mine, I was introduced to the idea of spending some time at a 'spiritual retreat' while speaking about how I'd acquired some vacation time on my job. 

When I told my co-worker that I wasn't religious, but a practitioner of the Black Spiritual Sciences, this person stated how there would be several persons there representing the practices of Yoruba, The Orishas and even a Voudun/Voodoo Babaalau; which is basically a leader of ceremonies in the Black Spiritual Sciences, something like what a priest is to christianity. So I told this person I'd think about it after they gave me a brochure about the 'retreat'.

As I read the brochure, the first thing I noticed was how this retreat would take place in the Virgin Islands; and I have family there, so that was a plus. But even before this fact, I saw the retreat facility was more of an island resort than something resembling a monastery. This was another selling point. The brochure also detailed how all faiths would be represented, up to and including the Black Spiritual Sciences. But there was one caveat. The brochure said in order to keep the ambiance of the retreat more spiritually-minded, they wanted participants to check in their cell phones, laptops and other electronic devices, so there'd be less diversions in our quests for a more intimate spiritual experience. 

Just then I said no; flat out. I was hell-bent (no pun intended) on always having my laptop with me. I hate to admit this, but my computer has almost become like an appendage...I'm completely tethered to it. But recently, I'd been wrestling with the issue of my possibly being too obsessive with my laptop and this Blog; 'cause one thing I know for sure is too much of anything is not good for you. And I did want to know more about the Black Spiritual Sciences, being that I've only an intermediate knowledge of them. I'd done some book reading and video watching on the topic, but I'd never been in a consistently immersive fellowship experience with other like-minded people who practiced these sciences.

I spoke to the co-worker who originally gave me the brochure and told them about my issues with a possible obsession with my computer and Blog. They told me this would be the perfect venue to confront it in; they also assured me about how strict the retreat facility's administrators are about giving out a central emergency number that I could give to loved ones in case they needed to contact me quickly. Since we wouldn't have our cell phones, this person understood my concerns should I need to contact my family for any reason. They also said they'd witnessed instances were people had emergency calls in the past and the resort manager themselves would personally relay the caller's message to them. 

It seemed all my issues with the 'retreat' had been resolved and since it would last two weeks and I had a month of vacation time due me, I agreed to go. 

The flight over to the Virgin Islands was pretty uneventful and pleasant, and after we touched down safely in the V.I.(Virgin Islands), we were chauffeured to the resort. After we got to the gates of the compound, they swung open and revealed a complex replete with tennis and racket ball courts, a small golf course, a full gym, and with V.I.'s vistas as a backdrop, this place looked like what you'd see on a commercial promoting some tropical getaway. I nodded my head in approval and checked into my room. 

Opening the door to my suite soothed my soul even more. The tan colored carpet seemed to be double cushioned, so every step felt like I was being buoyed on a bed of pillows; the room also had a set of well cushioned, buttery golden sofas and a nearly wall-sized flat screen TV. When I looked into the bedroom, the king size bed glowed beneath rays of sunlight coming through beige curtains that swayed in a breeze coming off the ocean; and my glances at the room's brochure said the bed's comforter and sheets were made of silk and Egyptian cotton. I strode into the bathroom to find a walk-in shower replete with several spray jets, a jacuzzi and a full vanity. 

After I got some cloths out onto my bed I went into the living room and pulled back the curtains of the main windows. What stared back at me were powdery golden sands rubbed up against aqua blue translucent waters, palm trees, tanning enthusiasts slathering assorted lotions on themselves, bobbing mini yachts and jet skiers having their way with the deeper waters. It was one of those moments where you just had to be happy with life. 

Moments later, the door bell rang. I wondered who it could be before a female voice called out she was one of the hotel's administrators. I peered through the door's peep hole and swung it open. I wasn't expecting a woman this attractive to be one of the resort's administrators. She was a sista I'd get to know as Kathy. And Kathy had the high grade melanated, deep chocolate, luminous skin I love on a woman. She also had almond shaped eyes, a gorgeous body, the perfect height and weight I like, and I don't know what fragrance she wore, but it seemed to be some floral mix of lilac and lavender; whatever it was, it worked.  

She offered me a brochure about the spiritual seminars that would take place and which areas of the resort they'd be in. She also told me she was there to collect my laptop and cell phone. Then it made sense, they send a physically beguiling woman to disarm the patrons of their most valued possessions. She assured me they'd be placed in safe storage and told me later there would be a showing of the vault where these items would be placed for all guests. I told her I definitely would attend and in a split second I nearly forgot this was a spiritual retreat, 'cause I straight up wanted to ask this woman out. That was until I saw a glistening rock on her left-handed wedding band finger. I handed over my phone and laptop, we exchanged good evenings and she made her exit. I went to the living room, turned on the TV and wondered what lucky man had her for a wife.   

Now, the brochure said one wake up call would be provided for the 9 A.M. seminars, the first of these would be at 8 A.M. I'm used to early morning wake ups, so this wasn't a problem; that was until I got my first wake up call for this seminar at 6 A.M. I told the person calling how it was inappropriate and downright rude to call me that early, it's not like I don't know how to use an alarm clock. She apologized and hung up. The next wake up call came at 7 A.M. After I asked who it was, I asked to speak with the manager. The manager gave me some silly story about how these calls were mandatory and detailed  in their brochure; to which I reminded him how the brochure said one call would be made. Then I told him this was harassment and I didn't want anymore wake up calls. They stopped. 

Now, being that I was tired from an interrupted night of sleep, I was not in the best spirits for the morning seminar. Again, there were three to choose from, and that morning I chose the Yoruba mysticism lecture. The auditoriums resembled any generic hotel meeting room; several austere and angular metal framed chairs, one long mahogany desk, one podium, one mic and a refreshment table off to the side replete with a 'continental' breakfast; all carbs, muffins, toast, tea and coffee. Fortunately, I had a breakfast ordered up to my room, 'cause I woke up in a quasi-bitter mood from all those wake up calls. 

Much to my suprise, the Yoruba seminar started out well. The forty-something Black gentlemen presiding over the ceremony started out with a libation pouring to the ancestors which set the spiritual tone of the room correctly; there were some inbreds scattered about the room, but otherwise, I didn't have much to complain about. After that, the emcee told about the origins of Yoruba beginning in southwest Nigeria and adjacent parts of Benin and Togo; and he explained how the deity Olodumare was its divine creator of all existence, these facts I knew, but it was nice to hear them in that setting. After several minutes the speaker said how analogous these concepts were to christianity and kept his diatribe on those points. I got so pissed, I walked out. Not only was I suffering from a lack of r.e.m. sleep, but I thought I'd just got 'bait and switched' where the promise of a talk on the Black Spiritual Sciences were concerned.  

Minutes later, Kathy showed up in the corridor beside my room's door. She sauntered over to me and asked, "What's the matter, didn't you enjoy the Yoruba seminar?" That's when I knew I was being watched. I asked Kathy,"How'd you know I just came out of the Yoruba seminar?" She said, as one of the facility's administrator's it was her job to see I was having a good time. The look up in her eyes told me this was a come on. This weirded me out, considering she was married; or was at least wearing a wedding ring. I told her I should have a better experience at the next one. I talked mid-stride while I headed for my door. Listen, I'm as lustful as the next guy, but one thing I won't do is take part in dismantling a marriage; especially where our people are concerned. Now, I don't know if Kathy's married to a Black man or not, quite frankly, I think she's probably married to some inbred who thinks it's cool to have an 'open' marriage; but again, on the off chance she's with a brotha, I'm not gonna' be the one to do something to harm that. If you've read my Blog for any amount of time, you'll see I don't get down like that. So after I got into my room, I locked the door and sank into the sofa; and I dearly missed and needed to be on my laptop. Then I remembered it was in the resort's vault. I then thought, maybe it was good I didn't have my computer as a crutch to fall back on. I started thinking about Ben and Jerry's ice cream and Kathy's come on. I decided to indulge in some New York Super Fudge Chunk before tuning into something salacious on Netflix.    

The next day I got another 6 A.M. wake up call for the 9 A.M. seminar; then I got another at 7 A.M. After speaking to the desk clerk, I once again spoke to a supervisor and told them, if this continued I'd ask for my money back and leave the resort. After this they stopped completely. 

I arrived at the morning's seminar entitled 'Reflections and revelations on the science of Voodoo'. I thought, alright, here we go, this is gonna' be powerfully dope. I think I was the first person in the auditorium, but after a few moments other people began to trickle in. Oddly enough, a white woman sat right next to me. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. It seems I'm a magnet for the kind of white women I call 'triple O's'; they're either overweight, oversexed, old or all three. This one seemed to subscribe to the first two 'O's', but looked to be in her mid-thirties. I sensed her eyes on me, but I wasn't about to return her stare or even say hello. You see, these women think the easiest man they can get is a Black one, so they feel all they have to do is establish some sort of close proximity to us and we're suppose to melt or something. 

One thing I have to say about this is, I shamefully admit, I get a perverse thrill from making a white woman seem unwanted by me. What I encounter on damn near a daily basis, is a white woman who walks towards me with her head down 'cause she doesn't want me thinking she's attracted to me. But what I always do is go out of my way to keep my eyes looking forward. 'Cause nine times out of ten, just as this white woman is about to pass me, she'll look at me; then when she sees I'm not looking at her, she'll don this perplexed look on her face, like, why aren't you looking at me? I am a white woman after all.

I SO GET OFF ON THIS!! 

Again, I do shamefully admit, I love making white women feel less attractive; or I at least like letting them know, I think their pale skin is repulsive; I love to non-verbally tell them, keep walking you thin lipped, flat-assed, stringy haired degenerate. But that's just me. 

Back to the seminar...A dark-skinned brotha in a dashiki came to the podium and I was like, alright bruh, come wit' it!

He also started out pouring libations, and went through a litany of outstanding ancestors; we paid homage to Marcus Garvey, Malcolm X, Patrice Lumumba, Amazon Queen Califia (This is the Black woman who California is named after), Harriet Tubman, Nobel Drew Ali, Tupac Shakur, Steven Biko, Kwame Nkruma, Dr. Huey P. Newton, Elijah Muhammad, etc. 

The brotha then went on to say the word Voudun or Voodoo actually means 'spirit' or 'deity' in the Fon language of the ancient African kingdom of Dahomey, which is now Benin. Minutes after, he spoke on how a Voodoo ceremony preceded the Haitian revolution and gave our people the spiritual and physical might to overthrow Napoleon's occupying forces, even though we were out-manned and out-gunned; and how to this day, this revolution is credited with being the only successful slave revolt in world history. Then I experienced a bout of deja vu as this guy started talking about how this religion parallels christianity, and he started expounding on this point. 

That's when I knew this was a set up. What this resort was doing was converting, or at least trying to convert, every person who believed in something other than white supremacist christianity into adopting their religion. 

Once again, I got up and left the auditorium. I swung open the door to my room and went for the pint-sized remainder of my Ben and Jerry's ice cream, when I got a phone call. 

And lo and behold, it was Kathy. She asked me to meet her in her office. I agreed 'cause I wanted to curse her out behind having me at the resort under false pretenses. As I left my room and traveled towards the elevator, my co-worker who got me to come to the retreat popped up. The first thing this person said was, "I'm sorry you're not liking the seminars." Right then I knew this person and Kathy were working together. Mind you, this was a person I'd worked with for the better part of a decade; we'd been to each others homes, met members of each others families and I genuinely considered this person a friend. Well, that was over. I abruptly told them I had an emergency call and brushed by them. 

When I got to Kathy's office, before I could get a word in, she started asking me if I'd ever considered joining the priesthood; then she started in on how lucrative a career it could be, unbeknownst to the public. When I told her I had absolutely no interest in this, she told me I fit the profile of someone who'd do well in the priesthood. I knew this meant my co-worker had offered me up as some sort of prospect for a priestly 'training camp', and that's what this experience was and would be. I immediately went to Kathy's supervisor and asked for my money back. 

After the resort's executive administrators obliged, I called a cab and got promptly off the complex and into a regular hotel. I enjoyed the remainder of my stay in the V.I. at a similar resort, minus the force fed overtones of white supremacist christianity and I got to see my family there as well.

Needless to say, I stopped talking to this co-worker completely. And to this day, this person is perplexed as to why I'm mad. 

You see, the christian priesthood is in such dire financial straits, that they've been forced to employ these kind of recruitment techniques. Because their priests have been exposed for the pedophiles and generally mentally unstable posers they really are; so no one in their right minds, or at least no young person in their right minds, wants to be associated with them anymore. 

And thinking back on it, I remembered telling my co-worker how I was fond of darker skinned women, that's probably why Kathy was recruited to 'attend' to me; and when that didn't work, they probably sicced one of their resident white women on me, this was the overweight and oversexed woman who sat next to me during the Voodoo seminar. And if you're thinking, yo MontUHURU, you're just trippin', I'd say I wouldn't put this past them if they were that hard up for Black men to go into the priesthood. 

Think about it, why wouldn't they want more Black men in the priesthood, firstly, it would add some cool points to the papacy; if for no other reason that we wouldn't hold stuffy and technical prayer services, we'd make our message relevant and practical for people. And, if for no other reason, the mainstream public knows that the overwhelming majority of Black men don't practice pedophilia. They also know, we're less likely to be homosexuals, 'cause our melanated minds won't allow us to indulge in these deviant sex acts so easily. So, it would be a win-win for white supremacists and their main religion. 

Only problem is, I'm not selling out to white supremacy; that's not me. They're gonna' have to look elsewhere for a token. 

And in the immortal words of Sam Jackson in the movie 'Do the right thing', "That's the triple truth, Ruth."

Later...

MontUHURU Mimia 

"No good" negroes...

"It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a strong rhyme to step to. Think about how many weak shows you slept through, times up, sorry I've kept you..."  

--Rakim, from the song "I know you got soul"

Firstly, I'd like to apologize to all the readers of this Blog for neglecting to put out posts to the tune of almost two months. Besides just coming back from a vacation, my rationale for doing this was using a technique I employ to edit my writing; and this includes being away from a manuscript so I can see it with fresher eyes. In the midst of the process, I was also encouraged to do this from an associate who's opinion I trust(ed).

Being that I nearly had an emotional breakdown staying away from my Blog for this extended amount of time, I can assure you, in the future, this is something I vow not to do again, unless I positively can not get to some kind of computer. And this is something I'll discuss in more detail in my next post.

I do have a lot of projects I'm gonna' put out in the near future though, hopefully, this can make up for some of the time I lost indulging in a bad idea.

Now with that outta' the way...let's get down...

The film "No good deed" was originally slated to be released on January 14th of this year to coincide with the Martin Luther King holiday weekend. Problem was, the 'Screen Gems' movie studio knew it would go up against Universal's 'Ride Along' starring Ice Cube and Kevin Hart; so they pushed this film's release date back to September 12th of this year. Ya' see, they want us completely focused on this flick and its message.  

And what is the message you ask? Well, take a look at this billboard ad for the flick. This says it all. Black man and woman, are you sure you're alone? 'Cause we, the fascist white elite, don't under ANY circumstances, want you together. Also, notice how the words "you're alone" are in big white letters--this is to emphasize them as being positive. This ad is also saying, Black man and woman, this is what will happen should you ever try to heal the rift between you and form anything close to "nuclear" families again. 

Let's just call this crap what it is, another attempt by fascist whites to make sure that Black men and women stay separated and hating one another--and, to make sure we are always kept chasing after white dates and mates, even when we see, they're hell bent on just using us for sex toys. 

For any Black man and woman who thinks my rants about reconditioning ourselves out of our collective white supremacist mind-state is just some sort of schtick for me to build this Blog on, this cavalcade of stars coon show, should force you to see the white fascist agenda for us in all its wicked glory. 

The film's plot is basically this, Terri (Taraji Henson), is a stay-at-home mother who let's a handsome stranger (Idris Elba) into her house to make a phone call being that Colin (Idris) has run his car off the road. She lets him in, and all hell breaks loose. 

The first part of the movie involves Idris' character brutally murdering some white woman; and isn't it interesting how this flick is being directed by Aimee Lagos, who just happens to be that. This is meant to legitimize Idris as the worst kind of Black male sociopath, one that would harm, and or destroy the sanctity of white womanhood. Never mind the fact that stats prove how ethnically, people prey on their own kind more than ninety percent of the time. 

Now, notice how Taraji's character is home with her daughter...without a Black man, or any other kind of man in the house for that matter; but once the Black man is brought into the home again, everything goes haywire and Taraji's character more than likely will lose her life. For Black women who collect any kind of government assistance, you know the first prerequisite for you to be eligible is, under no circumstances, can a man be in your house. Now if that doesn't speak to these pale-skinned degenerates plan to destroy the Black family, nothing will. And before anyone trips about me speaking to Black women or men being on 'government assistance', know that the majority of people on welfare in this country are white; and if you don't believe me, check the stats.

Now, let's speak to why Idris was chosen for this part -- firstly, Idris, just like Denzel Washington back in the day, is perceived as being a bit too virtuous for a Black man; he's got no scandals connected to his name or a criminal record a mile long...and more obviously, he's a sex symbol who's a strapping, dark-skinned Black brotha. So they have to defile his image in some kinda' way, lest he make white men look less attractive or start another trend where dark-skinned brothas are considered more desirable than their lighter-skinned counter-parts. They already had enough of that with Wesley Snipes, and you saw what the white elite did to him.

The white elite want Black men, especially Black men who are celebrities, criminalized or effeminized--and if they can do both, so much the better. Thus, I'd like you to focus on Idris' GQ cover on the left. Now, the reason he's exposing his crotch with his leg up so high is not to attract women, but to attract gay men to his hyper-masculine posing. Check out his style of dress; now, this is the british version of GQ magazine, so I don't know about the brits, but where I come from, Idris here looks less like a biker and more like a gay sailor. And that's the whole point. The white elite wanna' mainstream the gay lifestyle, especially to Black people, so we can adopt it and in essence, stop having children; so they'll be less of a Black generation for them to deal with in the future. And supposedly, this is the 'cool' issue; and anyone with half a brain should know how the white elite are doing any and everything to make the gay lifestyle look cooler. Also, notice on the bottom left hand corner of the cover, there's an article titled 'How NOT to talk to women in the office'; note the emphasis on the word 'NOT', it's even bolded and in all caps. This speaks directly to the white elite's attempt to push the gay lifestyle off on the Black Diaspora, especially where Black men are concerned.

So my question to the Black Diaspora is this, when 'No good deed' hits the theaters, what are you gonna' do? 

I know what I'm gonna' do...stay home and watch 'The spook who sat by the door' one mo' time.

Another question is this...and it's the same one I've asked since I started this Blog; how dedicated are Black men and women to healing the rift between us so we can save the Black 'nuclear' family?

And even before we do that, are we dedicated enough to heal the rift between Black men and women so we'll have any chance at forming stable relationships again?

And will we do this before it's too late?

One step we can take towards this now is boycotting this crap movie and letting Hollyweird know that we'll in no way, shape or form, support movies portraying Black men and women brutalizing ourselves or each other. 

So, come September 12th, sit this one out...that is, if you give a damn about Black men, women, and the Diaspora as a whole.

Later...

MontUHURU Mimia

P.S. 

For those of you who've never seen or heard of 'The spook who sat by the door', I'm leaving the film's trailer here to show why this should be mandatory viewing in every one of our households.

The legend of Sophia Stewart...

In 1979, Sophia Stewart attended the City University of New York and earned a Bachelor's Degree in Journalism, she then went to the University of Southern California and studied cinema at the USC Film school. While at USC, she got a job with Columbia film studios working in the vice president's office, and in her time away from work, she wrote scripts and movie treatments. In 1981, one of these found it's way to a vice president of Twentieth Century Fox (TCF). One of TCF's vice presidents asked her if she'd written anything else. After Sophia sent a six page movie treatment to the VP, she was commissioned to write for movies and television. 

Throughout this time Sophia had been working on and completed a script titled, 'The third eye'. She proceeded to shop it around to various Hollywood producers and movie studios, but was never contacted about any offers to purchase her work. 

In 1986, she saw an ad in a national magazine that was looking for a science fiction manuscript that could be turned into a comic book. So Sophia sent her script. And this is how the 'Wachowski brothers' got a hold of her work.  

Larry (now Lana) and Andy Wachowski were born and raised in Chicago. Both were college drop-outs who ran a carpentry business while creating comic books. The Wachowski's wrote for Marvel Comic's 'Razorline' imprint before branching out to film making. They created a script titled 'Assassins' that was eventually acquired by Warner Brothers, who gave them the rights to do two more films in a three picture deal. Now, the script for 'Assassins' was completely rewritten by the author Brian Helglend, and it's said that the Wachowski's tried to take their names off the writing credits, but couldn't. (Yeah right...you'll see why that's probably a lie later). 

The Wachowski's moved on to their next film project, this time making their debut as film directors with a homoerotic 'techno' thriller called 'Bound'. Mind you, the brothers were not only giving the public hints about their sexual orientation, but with the fake writing credits for 'Assassins', they were showing their penchant for underhanded behavior. And after this is when they acquired the script by sista Sophia Stewart...and it would change all of their lives forever. 

In 1999, Sophia went to see the movie 'The Matrix' with a friend. After watching several minutes of the film, she turned to her friend saying, "I wrote this..." She in effect realized that someone at Warner Brothers, namely the Wachowski's, had stolen her script.

Now, in case you were wondering, that wasn't a typo when I wrote about Larry Wachowski turning into Lana. This guy is so mentally unstable he actually got a sex change. Pictured to the left is a photo of the Wachowski brothers while they were still writing comics. 
Then, after they came into some money behind their plagiarized 'Matrix' success, Larry got surgery to become Lana, as pictured to the right. The person that says success makes you who you really are, wasn't lying.  

In 1994, Sophia filed a lawsuit against Warner Brothers films and the Wachowski brothers for copyright infringement and racketeering. 

After a decade of litigation, Sophia finally won her lawsuit presided over in the Central District of California; and she will recover damages from all the Matrix movies, as well as 'The Terminator' movie franchise. 

But what does 'The Matrix' have to do with 'The Terminator'? As Sophia states, these two movies are one in the same. Sophia's book 'The third eye' chronicles how The story portrayed in 'The Terminator' is in essence the 'pre-quel' to 'The Matrix'. 

Sophia says she was blown away when she saw George Lucas' 'Star Wars' movie. And it gave her the idea to write a story about the second coming of christ, and how he'd have to battle machines, or cyborgs that would essentially try to control humanity in the future. 

Sophia also says, "Sarah Connor is 'Neo's' mother..." And she explains how in her script and book John Connor was an adolescent Neo who at thirty is found by rebel factions (Morpheus--played by Lawrence Fishburn and his crew) and taught how to fight the 'machines' (Agent Smith and his factions) to save humanity. Sophia also says the 'JC' in John Connor's name stands for jesus christ. She also explains that 'The Terminator' movie(s) are the 'machines' attempt to kill off John Connor (Neo) by sending a cyborg from the future to kill Sarah and John, her unborn child in the present/past. 

In 2007 Sophia was awarded 150 million dollars in damages for this case; and after winning a second bout of litigation recently, its said Sophia will win upwards of 10 billion dollars for all the years of red tape she's suffered at the hands of the american movie industry and judicial system. 

Now, I told you how Sophia said George Lucas' movie Star Wars was her inspiration for writing what essentially became 'The Matrix' and 'The Terminator' movies...by the way, Sophia also said she wrote herself into The Matrix as 'The Oracle'; but what Sophia didn't know was that George was copying from the ingenuity of her ancestors. Here's how...

To the left is a picture of an ancient Kemetic/African 'Djed Pillar'; it's a symbol representing strength and power. Now, doesn't this look almost exactly like the handle of a 'Light-Saber'? Not only that, but the 'Djed Pillar' is where George Lucas got the term 'Jedi' from. 

See, Sophia was recognizing the ingenuity of her ancestors and didn't even know it. 

Ya' want a little more proof of George's cultural theft...bet; check out this pic of Darth Vader and King 'Tut'. 

Note the similar shape of the 'head-dresses'! Or as KRS-ONE would say, "...ya' want a little clarity, check tha' similarity."

So, I've said all that to say this, BLACK MAN AND WOMAN, YOU ARE THE ORIGINATORS OF EVERY CULTURE AND SCIENCE! THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND OR ABOVE YOU!

So let's get back to our rightful place of sovereignty and be the Kings and Queens our birthrights have destined us to be. 

ALSO...Kem Wesir to the Netcher/NAGA/QUEEN/GODDESS SOPHIA STEWART!

Enjoy your reward(s) Queen...you earned them.

Later...

MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

To all of you who downloaded a copy of 'Revering Revolutionaries', I'd like to thank you, the e-book has over 100 downloads and counting. I only thought I'd get 20 at most. 

Also, I'd like to apologize about not posting this on the weekend; I had a little more research to do on Sophia's story, so this post took a bit longer than usual to write. 

And...if you'd like to see the court documents of Sophia's case, you can check them out HERE.  

*Addendum: — 4/12/19: Fam, it’s one thing to read about Sophia's prophetic and ingenious works, but it’s another to hear how she came up with these masterworks in her own words. So, here’s Parts 1 and 2 of an appearance she made at a “closed event” in Los Angeles, California’s, “Studio Center”. Mind you, some of the things Sophia says are gonna’ sound quite fantastic, but keep in mind, that this woman’s script not only revolutionized cinema, but it also gave us a peek at what the elitist construct of “reality” really is. So, here’s an appearance this Queen made in 2017, after she won the rights back to her script, along with her “Oracle-like” insights for the future. Enjoy!

                                                                          

Sistas...why would you wanna' be a Black man's bride?

A couple of months back, I encountered a brotha who was known for being 'conscious' among his peers; he looked to be in his mid-thirties and hung in a cadre of other Black men who'd have deep philosophical debates.

So, one day I happened by a break-room and heard this guy conversing with a brotha who looked to be in his mid-to-late twenties; and the young brotha said to him, "What's the good word man...c'mon, tell me somethin'..."

What the younger brotha was nearly begging for was some factual information about the ingenuity of our ancestors. He was looking for spiritual nourishment; something to thwart all the negative conditioning he'd gotten in pre, middle and high schools that told him he and his people were nothing. 

I gotta' admit, I was chomping at the bit to tell the young brotha about Henry T. Sampson and the 'Gamma Electric Cell', or Dr. Phil Emeagwali getting the Gordon Bell Prize in 1989 for building the world's fastest computer, or the 'Djed Pillar Battery' coming out of ancient Kemet/Africa, which was the precursor to the modern day commercial battery...and the 'Djed Pillar' is where George Lucas (the creator of the 'Star Wars' franchise) got the term 'Jedi' from by the way...but you get where I'm coming from.

Only thing was, I wasn't in the conversation, so I didn't wanna' be rude and just cut in. So I watched what this older 'conscious' brotha was gonna' tell this young Black man, so he could essentially get what he needed to walk outta' there with his head up. 

And the older conscious brotha froze up. He didn't have a thing to offer the young brotha; mind you, these guys were friends. Now, maybe the older brotha had told him everything he'd known about our people's ingenuity, so he was factually spent; I don't know, so I just kinda' sighed and continued sipping my beverage. 

Then, the older brotha called over to me and said he'd liked an 'Afro-centric tchotchke' I had on my cubicle desk. That was all I needed to jump into the conversation...the damn burst and I went into my tirade about Henry T. Sampson, Dr. Phil Emeagwali, Elijah McCoy (the great Black inventor, where we get the term 'the real McCoy' from) etc. And to my surprise, every point I made to give this young brotha the spiritual satisfaction he needed, this older 'conscious' brotha shot down. 

When I mentioned the Sankore Madrasah in Timbuktu, Africa being the world's first university, the conscious brotha replied, "Wasn't that destroyed three years ago?"
I told him, while it did suffer some structural damage from people who didn't want the Black Diaspora to know about it, that doesn't negate the fact of it being the world's first university. Then, when I mentioned Henry T. Sampson and the 'Gamma Electric Cell', this conscious brotha was like, "Yeah, it's ashamed Henry sold out though." I not only reminded him that Henry owns the rights to the Gamma Electric Cell's Patent, but that our people, especially the young brotha he was talking to, needed to know how the Black Diaspora was capable of creating these inventions. 

That's when I realized, this guy was an anglophile posing as a 'conscious' brotha.  

I raise this point because a couple of days ago, a commenter who goes by the name 'Coco Sista' posed a question on my post titled 'The lowly nature of white women (Part 2) The Black man's spell'. She basically said she only goes out with white men because whether Black men are 'conscious' or not, they don't respect her or like her dark-skinned features, so why should she date one?

Man, I felt that...

And one of the main reasons it hit me in a very real place is 'cause when I was younger, I'd known darker-skinned Black brothas who went dateless weekend after weekend and had profound insecurities over being pariahs to the european standard of beauty. And I never got the story of how sistas were really going through this too, 'cause I don't have a biological sister, and I wasn't popular with women like that when I was younger. 

So, our young Black men and women are suffering from the same affliction, and not only don't they know it, but the person(s) making our young people suffer, are the very ones they seek out to make them feel better about themselves; i.e. white people. 

Coco...if you're reading this, I want you to know that's why I'm doing this 'work', for lack of a better term; it's because we both, BLACK MEN AND WOMEN, are conditioned to hate ourselves in the institutions of this pale-skinned degenerate and we DON'T COMMUNICATE THIS TO EACH OTHER, SO WE DON'T SEE IT!

It's imperative that Black men and women learn to see from a 'dual-gendered' perspective; so no Black man or woman thinks they're suffering like this on their own. As a Black man, I need to be able to see from more of a Black woman's perspective so I can relate a bit more to what she may be going through. Conversely, a Black woman needs to see a bit more from a Black man's perspective, so she understands how they may be suffering from the same feelings she does. 

If we don't do this...the consequences are what we're experiencing now, which is the total animosity and schism that exists between the Black man and woman. 

But let's get back to the main question which is, why should a sista wanna' be a Black man's bride? Or why would they even wanna' be in a long-term relationship with a brotha?

When you think about Black love being revolutionary, and I'm not only talking about this in a militaristic sense, you should know how when you're intimate with another Black man or woman, and your Black skin is rubbing up against one another...there's a non-verbal bonding that happens, where you both acknowledge the trimuphs and travails of being Black in the midst of all this white fascism. 

It's like your minds are speaking telepathically and saying, I know what you've been and are going through, at work, in your daily life, in your travels, and I've got a melanated balm to heal you and soothe your suffering. We know we've both endured the worst of what this life has to offer, and we're here at this moment to ease the pains of that daily grind; it's a symbiotic spiritual replenishing that your melanated bodies can offer each other, that you can't get from a white, spanish or asian person. This is what the right Black man can offer a Black woman. 

Now Coco...you've said that you have no interest in dating a Black man, point blank, period. So by all accounts you should hate this Blog, it's message and me. 

I mean, logically, you want to be with a good white man, one that treats you like a princess, and one who'll marry you, so you can both live happily ever after. 

So what is it you're looking for here?

You're looking for the spiritual sustenance the young brotha was looking for when he talked to the older 'conscious' brotha, who was really a white supremacist at heart. 

'Cause your melanated mind is trying to tell you something. It's making you see that the majority of our peers, who have university educations and degrees, are winding up oversexed and alone at 50, after spending decades being a sex toy for white people chasing that same dream you are. 

AND THIS GOES FOR BLACK MEN AND WOMEN!

And don't take my word for it, do the research, talk to your peers, Black women...and men; and see what they have to say. You say you're going to university soon, so you'll be able to see this up close and personal yourself. 

And I understand this is your time to experiment, so by all means do, just don't let yourself be abused by these people; 'cause you know where that road leads. You may not wanna' verbalize this to me or admit it to yourself, but you know what whitey has in store for collegiate Black men and women in terms of dating and long-term realationships. And it ain't nothing nice. 

Now, in regards to finding that right Black man...will it be easy...I'll say emphatically, NO. 

But is the needle in the haystack search for that man worth it...absolutely. Understand, that finding the right man, PERIOD, is a needle in the haystack search. 

But consider this, if that right Black man approached you at the university, would you give him a chance, or would you dismiss him in pursuit of one more white guy?

And I probably shouldn't say this, but at some point, I'm going to have to set up some sort of physical forum where 'truly conscious' Black people can meet. Now, I'm talking about Black people who are about the work of reconditioning themselves out of a white supremacist mind state through meditation. And I'm not trying to set up another 'e-harmony', but there's gotta' be a way where we can find each other easier, so we can start forming some stable Black 'nuclear families' again. But that'll be in the future when I have more resources. 

So Coco, I've said all that to ask this, are you willing to do the work of reconditioning yourself out of this white supremacist paradigm that's been force fed into us so you can find that right Black man? Or will you more than likely wind up another statistic like the overwhelming majority of collegiate Black men and women?

Again, it comes down to a choice. I've made mine...now which ever one you make, please put the work in to see if it will result in the best life for you.   

'Cause all the facts and history are there, it's now on you to choose wisely. 

Make the right choice Coco!

Ma'at Hotep, 

MontUHURU Mimia