Why spanish people don't like Black americans (Part 3)...migrant caravans, conservative masochism, and the cult of gay "latino" bigotry...

To the readers of this Blog: Years ago, I watched one of John Lequizamo’s Broadway plays on HBO. And, if you’re not familiar with him, he’s the guy responsible for the Broadway productions of: “Mambo Mouth”, “Freak”, “Ghetto Klown”—and one more production I wasn’t surprised to find out he curated this year called, “latin History for Morons”.                           

Now, in one of his productions, I watched John make a reference to the religion “Santeria”. A second later, he accompanied his reference with a mock ritual where he invokes the spirit of “Shango”, one of Santeria’s most powerful energies. Mind you, he talked about this religion, and this energy, like it was exclusive to latinos and their culture. And for years, I believed that.

But, being a curious kind of fellow, I came to realize, after doing some research, that Santeria, and the spiritual entity Shango, were creations of the Yoruba tribe(s) of ancient Nigeria—and that’s Nigeria, Africa, y’all. Also, in the Yoruba’s language, Shango (or Sango), comes from the term “shan”, which means “to strike”. And that figures, ‘cause Shango is always portrayed as a muscular, hyper-masculine figure wielding a two-headed axe. And his axe is usually surrounded by lightning bolts and bursts of fire. He's also been called the “god of thunder” by his followers—so basically, this is a war deity/energy. 

And I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you that Shango was the inspiration for the Marvel comic book character, “Thor”—mind you, in Thor’s case, whitey just replaced Shango’s two-sided axe with a hammer (remember, they call Thor the god of “thunder”, well, that’s one mo’ thing they took from us). Additionally, the famously farcical TV sketch comedy show “In Living Color” (produced by the Wayans brothers), aired on the Fox network from April 15^th, 1990 to May 19^th, 1994. And coincidentally, John Leguizamo’s comedy-sketch show, “House of Buggin’”, aired a year later in January of 1995. Can someone say, “cultural appropriation”?

Now, in advance, I need to apologize, for portraying Shango in my post’s header, without an axe, or fire, or lightning. Although to me, this beautifully melanated brotha personifies the strength and spiritual power of Shago’s energies.

And let me say up front, that this post is gonna’ be more like a “vlog”, than a “blog”. Cause my editorial is gonna’ support what you’ll be seeing in this video, instead of the other way around. Meaning, I’m gonna’ let this clip do most of the talking, and I’ll give y’all some pointers of what to watch out for.

I just have 3 favors to ask, which has become the norm with this series, and they are: #1. Please don’t bother telling me that the proper term for spanish-speaking people in america is “latino”, ‘cause I already know that. Unfortunately, the people who tell me this, usually don’t know how latinos checked the “white” box on their census forms, so whitey started calling them “hispanics” in the 70’s, so they couldn’t claim to be white. #2. Please don’t tell me that Spain is in europe, ‘cause I know that too (But I guess Don Trump forgot—and I’ll speak more on that later on in this post). And lastly, #3. Please don’t waste your time (or mine) telling me that the term “latino” represents a “culture”, not an ethnicity—I also know this. Problem is, they don’t. Meaning, I understand latinos are really Black, but they don’t claim us, so I’m not claimin’ them. 

Moreover, as a Black man or woman reading this, what you should understand is, anyone who calls themselves an “Afro-Latino”, is really saying they’re not Black. Either that, or they’re looking for an escape hatch for their “Blackness”. So, I say, let them have their illusions—but you can’t have our culture too. Cause the only times these people seem to wanna’ be Black, is when they exploit our cultural constructs. And that smacks of white feminism to me, insomuch as, latinos wanna’ be white around non-Black people, and Black when they’re rippin’ off our culture(s), just like white feminists wanna’ pass themselves off as an oppressed minority, while enjoying and luxuriating in their white privileges. And like a famous character said on “In Living Colour”: “Homie don’t play that”.

And if you’re a Black man or woman reading this, neither should you.

—MontUHURU Mimia

Now, as I’m writing this, I think back to yesterday when I watched internet footage of a latino migrant caravan, breaching the security fence separating Honduras from Mexico. Mind you, these migrants are heading through Mexico to america. And while people respect their dogged determination and audacious pursuits of a better life, I don’t think I have to remind you how Don Trump’s administration, has been deporting boatloads of these people who were already living here, out of the country.

And I too, am being conditioned by america’s media, to cry (like MSNBC’s Rachel Maddow did) when I see Julio and ‘em, being separated from their children and stuffed into trucks like sardines bound for deportation centers. 

But if you’re a Black man or woman reading this, stop reachin’ for the Kleenex for a hot sec’, ‘cause I gotta’ video to show you, that'll make you take pause, next time you wanna’ take up for one of their causes.

Now, like I said previously, what I’m gonna’ do is let these Goya-bean eatin’ bastards show and tell you on recorded video, how they really feel about us—mind you, I think it prudent for me to give you a bit of a primer on what you’re about to see. 

Recently, in New York City, 3 young, spanish men, got into an Uber cab, that a brotha was driving. And supposedly, these latinos wanted to hear some club music, which the cabbie refused to play. Thereafter, it looks like the 3 queer amigos, got upset about that, and probably threatened to do the driver bodily harm. That’s when the brotha pulled over and started recording what was going on. Mind you, I’d like everyone watching this to focus on 3 specific points—and they are…

Point#1. Now, one or two of you might think after watching the first few seconds of this, that I can’t definitively say these guys are latinos. Well, the person who first appears and talks on his cellphone, behind the driver, identifies himself as “Robert Ortiz”—and you’ll hear that in the video—and again, his 2 sugar-shoed comrades, are of the same complexion and facial composition.

Point#2. You’ll hear Rob “arroz con pollo” Ortiz, say that he feels “racially profiled” cause he and his friends are gay. And we should all understand, that homosexuality is a sexual orientation, not an ethnicity. Cause there’s no geographic locale that queers come from, since their sexuality is the product of an unresolved childhood trauma—that’s why they’re bending over for someone of the same gender. And Julio, I mean Rob, has the audacity to also say, that he feels racially profiled cause he’s “not Black”.

Point#3. Mr. (or Ms.) Ortiz, openly brags about voting for Donald Trump—you know, that same guy that’s deporting boatloads of his people outta’ the country. And this is what I call conservative masochism (a.k.a. “anglophilia”)—and the overwhelming majority of latinos suffer from it. Meaning, no matter how benevolent we act towards them, they’re always gonna’ side wit’ whitey. Even if it means, they or their loved ones, will have to leave this country, that they’re (literally) dying to get into.

Now, this probably won’t be my best written post, cause I’m writing angry—but the sentiment I’ll try to convey as eloquently as I can is this...

THERE IS NO BLACK-BROWN ALLIANCE—AND THERE NEVER WILL BE!

PERIOD!

And for all the “multiculturalist” negroes out there, who wanna’ hold hands wit’ everyone else but your own kind and sing “kumbaya”, this video should tell you one thing very clearly—and that’s this…

THESE sPANISH PEOPLE DON’T LIKE YA’ BLACK ASS!

GET OVER IT!!

And like I always say at the end of one o’ these posts…WE’RE ALL WE GOT, AND WE’RE ALL WE NEED PEOPLE! AND THE SOONER WE ACCEPT THIS, THE BETTER!

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

Later…

—MontUHURU Mimia

P.S.

And one last thing fam, kudos to this brotha for keeping his cool under this kind of pressure—he’s gonna’ go far in life.

*Warning: This video contains very harsh and derogatory language. Viewer discretion is advised. 

                                          

The Legend of Dr. John Henrik Clarke...

"...damnit, If you want a friend, look in the mirror."
--Dr. John Henrik Clarke speaking on the Black
Diaspora's search for political allies amongst non-Black people. 

There ain't no justice, there's 'just-us'.
--Old African American proverb.

As of late, I've begun expounding on how I don't care about the plights of white, asian and spanish people; and even though this might seem mean-spirited, I'm not doing this merely as an exercise in embracing Black Nationalist extremities, I'm doing this 'cause the only people who talk about or practice any kind of 'multiculturalism' is our people.

It's imperative at some point that the Black Diaspora realize, we have no political allies in other ethnic groups. They either concentrate on their own agendas, or they band together to team up against us. 

But hearing that message ad nauseum on this Blog, might result in the message losing its potency. It's kinda' like how I'm stressing subconscious meditation to cure us of the white supremacist induced self-hatred we carry throughout this life; at some point, hearing that same diatribe on this Blog over and over again can get pretty hackneyed. 

Thus, I'm happy to have found an advocate in one of our ingenious ancestors, Dr. John Henrik Clarke.

Now, recently, I came across a video taped lecture of Dr. Clarke's called 'You have no friends'; the title pertains again to the Black Diaspora's thinking other ethnic groups have their best interest at heart. And in this lecture Dr. Clarke does a masterful job of elucidating how Black people are under the illusion that by working with other ethnic groups, we can achieve some kind of political camaraderie, that could get us closer to a socio-economic freedom. He tells us to basically wake up and smell the coffee, and puts into historical context how other ethnic groups continually prey on us when we do seek them out for some sort of assistance. 

Now, I've never based an entire Blog post around a video, but this is the exception. I was always thinking about writing some sort of homage to Dr. Clarke, but never thought the timing was right. But accompanied by his videotaped message, I think this is the perfect way to introduce him to this Blog's audience. Firstly though, let me give you a bit of a primer as to who this masterful man was. 

Dr. John Henrik Clarke was born on January 1, 1915, in Union Springs, Alabama. He was the youngest child of John and Willie Ella Clark who moved to Columbus, Georgia with hopes of earning enough money to purchase some land outright instead of sharecropping.

Dr. Clarke tells a story of how he was working for a white lawyer in his youth, and how he saw the lawyer's library was stocked with books on european history. Dr. Clarke stated to the lawyer how he'd like to read some books on Black history, to which this lawyer replied, "Unfortunately, you come from a people who have no history."

Even as a youth he knew this was a bald-faced lie; and he dedicated his life to finding his people in the annals of the world's historical events. 

Clarke left Georgia in 1933 on a freight train bound for Harlem, New York City to pursue academics and activism.

He was 18 when he arrived in Harlem, and his skills as a writer and lecturer would be nurtured during the years of the 'Harlem Renaissance'. He studied history and world literature at Columbia and New York Universities and at the League for Professional Writers. Dr. Clarke was also co-founder of the 'Harlem Quarterly' newspaper (1949-1951), book review editor of the Negro History Bulletin (1948-1952), and a feature writer for the Black-owned Pittsburgh Courier and the Ghana Evening News. 

Dr. Clarke became prominent in the Black Power Movement in the 1960's. He advocated for studies in academic institutions that told African history from a Black Nationalist's perspective. One of his peers was quoted as saying, "Clarke was a scholar devoted to redressing what he saw as a systematic and racist repression and distortion of African history by traditional scholars."

Besides teaching at Hunter College and Cornell University, Dr. Clarke founded professional associations dedicated to the study of Black culture. He was a founder along with Dr. Leonard Jeffries (another great Black scholar, google him if you haven't heard of this man) and first president of the African Heritage Studies Association and he was a founding member of the Black Academy of Arts and Letters. He was also one of the founding members of the African American Scholars Council.   

At age 78, Dr. Clarke received his official doctorate from California Miramar University in Los Angeles. 

Dr. Clarke returned to the ancestors on July 16, 1998.

Now, what makes and made Dr. Clarke deserving of the title 'Master Teacher' was his ability to put dates and world historical events contextually into a modern day perspective. He was able to delineate where and when concepts like greek philosophy were stolen from the schools of ancient Black people and give our diaspora chapter and verse of how they repackaged our sciences and spiritual practices so they could claim them as their own. 

I've never asked the readers of this Blog to watch a video I've posted in its entirety, but this too will be the exception. If you are a Black man or woman who fancies themselves a Black Nationalist or conscious at all...or if you're just down for your people, you'd be well served to watch the entire thirty minutes of this video. Reason being, it touches on so many topics pertaining to Black Nationalism. Whether it's the African origins of every religion, or the european creations of male chauvinism and homosexuality, there's something to suit every stripe of Black Nationalist in Dr. Clarke's magnificent lecture. 

SO I SAY HOTEP AND KEM WESIR TO THE NEGUS/NETJER/NETER/GOD, DR. JOHN HENRIK CLARKE!

Also, this entry marks a milestone, being that its my 100th Blog post!

I'd like to send a shout out to all the comrades that have been ridin' wit' me for nearly two years; and I'd like to send a special shout out to 'Kev' and 'Clair' for their support in my curating of this Blog. I'd also like to say, there's more e-books and vids in the works and on the way, so if you feel so inclined, stay tuned...you won't be dissapointed. 

Enjoy this vid!

Sutekh!

MontUHURU Mimia

How can the Black diaspora heal the rift between Black men and women?...(Part 3) Kem Queens...

Recently, a friend of mine had myself, and a few of his other friends over his house.

So to entertain us, he put on a movie called 'End of Watch', which came out in 2012.

Now, the majority of people at my friend's house, are like the majority of commercial movie watchers; meaning, their whole movie going experience is pretty casual. And I'm not saying it's suppose to be formal, but there's not much thought put into what they're watching. They just watch movies to watch them.

For those who haven't seen this flick, 'End of Watch' is about two beat cops patrolling crime-ridden, South Central, Los Angeles neighborhoods. 

Now, one cop is white, played by Jake Gyllenhaal, brother of the actress Maggie Gyllenhaal (The Dark Knight, Secretary); and the other is played by Michael Pena, and both these guys are good actors.

Now, being that cops, especially white cops, have been exposed for being the criminally-minded cowards they are (and this revelation is nothing new, reference the movies 'Serpico' and 'Q&A' with Nick Nolte), the police are now tasked with making themselves look better to the public. 

So, what this film basically is...is a police propaganda farce of epic proportions. 

The film starts out with a chase scene where the sound is dropped out, while Jake's voice explains how dangerous patrolling these neighborhoods, primarily Black neighborhoods, are and how heroic these predominately white cops are for taking up the challenge of attempting to civilize the swarthy denizens of these areas. 

Now, the fact that Michael Pena is partnered with Jake's character as a cop, is telling audiences how spanish people are not as savage as Blacks; except for the fact that, and this is a spoiler alert in case you haven't seen the film, it's a spanish street gang who kills Michael's character off at the end.

There's also mention throughout the film of Michael's character having a child on the way, this is meant to point out how many kids spanish people have, and how they're pro-creating at faster rates than Blacks or whites.
At one point, Jake's character's female love interest puts her hand on the belly of Micheal's pregnant wife; this is suggesting that whites should have as many children as possible, being that white birth rates are falling below replacement levels. 

Then, Michael's wife starts suggesting how being sexually adventurous keeps the marriage fresh; and then she starts telling them to try different sexual positions. This of course appauls the delicate sensibilities of Jake's white fiancee; and this intimates how spanish people will never be as civil or civilized as whites are. 

See, the average casual movie goer isn't going to catch all these sublime messages. Moreover, if you're eating or have eaten while watching this movie, and the lights are low; your brain's in an 'alpha state'. Meaning, your subconscious is more receptive to these suggestions. 

There was also a laughable moment when Jake and Mike's characters come into the apartment of some Black gangsters, and there's one Black gangster who says to them: "...you cops are punks; if you take off your gun and badge, I'll kick your ass..."

Now, I know from the experience of hearing cops talk on TV, how this statement sticks in their craw.

See, it feeds into white men feeling 'sexually inferior' to Black men, whether they are or not. White men wanna' show Black men how they're just as virile as we are, regardless of Black men being stereotyped as having bigger phallus'.

And remember, I always emphasize this stereotype has nothing to do with actual penis size; it's referring to the fact that genetically, ALL Black men can create any other kind of man (white, asian, spanish); but none of them can create one of us. 

So, Mike's character takes off his gun and badge, and he and the Black gangster fight; and the Black guy basically kicks his ass. But then the fictional script comes into play, and Mike's character gets in some suspiciously lucky punches, and wins. 

After this, this Black gangster tells his homeboys how this cop took off his gun and badge and just fought him 'straight up'; and how 'gansta' that was. 

This is how white cops wanna' be portrayed...as tough, and once again, stronger than Black men. When we all know the overwhelming majority of them aren't. Physically or mentally.

There are also some scenes of Jake's and Mike's characters police station meetings, where all the cops are sitting at desks, getting their assignments. 

There's literally one Black cop in the whole group; and later in the movie, he's portrayed as sleeping on his desk. I've seen this portrayal of Black men in several movies. In one instance, this Black cop is asleep on his desk, and Jake's character puts shaving cream in one of his open hands, he then proceeds to tickle his face; and when the Black cop swats himself in the face with this cream-filled hand, they take a long laugh at him. 

This is saying, even when we reach the status of white men, we're really not one of them; or we're really not qualified to be there. This implies how we got some hand-out or 'affirmative action' hook-up, to do the same job a white man does. And again, it's funny how white men never talk about the white male affirmative action initiatives in place for centuries insuring no one but them would get a job in this government. 

So I've said all that to say this: with the overwhelming amounts of propaganda and sublime messages Black folks get from movies like this, in conjunction with the insidious american educational system, how could you not hate yourself for being Black, either consciously or subconsciously?

This is why I say the most revolutionary thing Black people can do, is recondition themselves out of their self hatred, so we can heal the rift between Black men and women, and start building healthy personal and community relationships with one another again. 

The last statement leads me to why I've created the two videos 'Kem Love', and the one I'll feature at the end of this post, 'Kem Queens'...and 'Kem' means Black ya'll. 

It's imperative that the Black diaspora see itself in loving and compassionate ways, 'cause we're NOT gonna' get this anywhere in the mainstream commercial media. 

So, I'm hoping this video acts as a bit of an antidote to the american status quo's plans for us. 

'Cause the white supremacist propaganda machine runs 24/7...and when it comes to us, there's nothing they won't do to keep Black men and women apart and hating each other.

And if you can't handle that truth, shame on you for being an anglophilic, brainwashed negro. And we all know we've got far too many of those types around us. 

So let's all get focused and get to work!

Later,

Montuhuru Mimia

P.S.

Here's the video I promised, 'Kem Queens'; hope you guys dig it. And if you have a chance visit my YouTube page here.

A blueprint for the Black diaspora...

One day, a couple of years back, I was in midtown Manhattan, New York City trying to get a cab downtown; and as usual, being a Black man, I was having trouble catching one.

Now, this dilemma has been given several names, the one I like most is 'Hailing while Black'; I've even seen cabbies give Black women a hard time doing this. And this experience was made famous by rock musician Lenny Kravitz with his song 'Mr. Cab Driver'.

But something was different about this day...as I was having trouble hailing a cab, a brotha in a Black Lincoln Town Car pulled up.

He saw me, instinctively knew the trouble I was having and waved me over.

I immediately walked over to the brotha's car.

Now, I know from previous experience how Black Lincoln Town Cars are usually used as 'for-hire' vehicles around NYC and I suspect it's the same around the country; so this was no random guy just driving his car around the city, he was licensed to take in passengers. I explained my situation to the brotha, but he already knew the time. He asked me if I needed a lift; so I got in.

I proceeded to espouse the problem I've been having for years with NYC cabbies; he said, he knew all about it from stories of previous patrons.

I didn't relate this to the brotha, but I was jubilant at the thought of a Black man in a Black Lincoln Town Car coming to save the day; he was right on time...chronologically and politically.

The brotha related to me how he was here from Africa, I believe he was originally from either Senegal or Ghana, and he let me know he was making his living this way.

I then told him how there should be a hundred more people out there like him; if there were, our people wouldn't have problems getting cabs in the city. He then related to me how he was talking to another brotha who got in his car after having the same problems I had; he said the brotha related to him how the american educational system taught him all parts of Africa were nothing but acrid wastelands. Then, the cabbie said he showed him several pictures of metropolitan Africa and the brotha saw how those pics looked just like downtown New York City.

Then the cabbie said this brotha actually started crying, as he said, “...they lied to me.”

In one moment this brotha realized EVERYTHING this school system taught him about Africa...and himself, was wrong.

After the cabbie got me safely to Penn Station, I gave him his fare and a five dollar tip and told him it was a pleasure taking his taxi.

We shook hands and I went and caught my train.

Now, this exchange represents so much more than a simple cab ride, and here, I'll break down why this needs to happen everyday between Black people in the diaspora.

Firstly, like I've said in the majority of my posts, the diaspora needs to share its resources with each other 99.9% of the time. While it would be impossible to work completely independent of the fascist white western system, we should always be ready to SHARE OUR MONIES WITH EACH OTHER FIRST!

We should take great pains to go out of our way to do this. Moreover, you'll be surprised how good you feel behind contributing to the build up of the Black diaspora's monetary infrastructure.

The fact that I was able to share my resources with a brotha who's directly from Africa, made the exchange even sweeter; we should be doing this daily in three or four ways in every city, town and state in this country.

We should especially set up exchanges where we have produce, textile and other assorted items, something akin to a flea market, where we can swap not only monies, but we can barter goods for services and vice-versa.

What I'm writing about is nothing new; this is basic common sense, problem is...our people have been conditioned out of our common sense.

Point I'm trying to make is, had I subscribed to my white supremacist conditioning, I would have dismissed the African brotha as some sort of schuyster and continued to wait on a NYC cab; and then I would've probably had to train it to Penn Station.

So, understand, what I'm continually saying is the most revolutionary act Black people can commit now is getting white supremacist dogmas out of our minds.

We have to get kill off the cerebral klansman who's been force-fed and conditioned into us, so we can unite and thrive.

I explain exactly how to do this in my last post, 'How can the Black diaspora heal the rift between Black men and women'. And like I said there...this is the ONLY way the Black diaspora is truly gonna' get free...THE ONLY WAY!

So LET'S ALL GET TO WORK!

Later,

MontUHURU Mimia.