You know, just when I think we can’t get more creative, I’m proven wrong. NZinga has given the black family inspiration that you can wear. When I contacted her about why she chose this particular brand of black ownership, she gave me an earful:
I think God has always uplifted me, it was me who got in my own way…but that’s true for a lot of us I think. I think personally for black people, in business and in life in general, we should focus more on creating more of what we say we want: black love, unity, support, fellowship, respect, etc…be what we say we want more of in the world and not focus wasted energy on what we don’t want or what disturbs or bothers us. We cannot control other people or their karma; but we can totally control ours. So that’s my opinion.I want more black love and uplifting and positive imagery and so I want to live that and be an example of that. Nothing is by chance, accident or happen stance. Coalesce with those of like mind and be assured we will all get to where we need to be. Since I believe we all as God spirits chose to come here to learn and grow; nobody is suffering for naught.
We should ALL aspire to be like this beautiful, young woman. When I saw this picture:
I knew I’d have to get it. Black Family, ownership is the key to freedom. Ownership is the answer to our situation. Ownership will put us on the right track for black salvation. We are the most creative beings on earth! That’s why everyone takes from us. Please support black-owned businesses and keep the dollar circulating 10, 15, 20 times!!! When you buy black and black only, the money NEVER leaves your community. We all win.
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After I saw this video, my first reaction was anger. I know how they feel. Then after I calmed down and thought to myself how EVERY group targets us because we are determined to be eternal consumers, not providers, I sat back and realized that we have not one person to blame but ourselves.
This young, ambitious African student, not only gets a good grades, but she has her own creative company.
I’m an ambitious young woman trying to make it through school. I go to dccc full time because I am a graphic designer. It’s what I do and what I love. I do it for multiple reasons. One reason is i am hoping my small business will help me pay for school. Another reason would be that I love being creative. I would say i have been in business since December 2nd, 2012, my 18th birthday. I’m working on my LLC even as we speak.
Not only are graphic designs and art her specialty, but she also creates business cards! If only I had found her 3 months ago, I would have never ordered from a European company! This very talented young woman can help you design any art/creative project you need. Please contact her for more information.
When I took a look at what she has to offer, I thought to myself, “If she’s doing this now, at age 18, can you imagine what she’ll be capable of at 20? At 30?”
Please support her growing efforts at black liberation. When you purchase from us and us only, you build wealth and independence.
Underneath my blackness, lives a visitor
She is The Pale Horse
She whispers to me “Nigger…get back! You’ll never make it!”
I close my eyes
pull at my brain…make her stop…Pleeeeeeeease!
I wanna be in peace and live in ease
But she cackles her deathly grin and sneers
“I’ll never leave. I’m here to stay. You’re stuck with me, I’ll never go away.”
So I run nowhere with quickened feet
Only to embrace my imminent defeat
Scream with no voice
Cry with no tears
Sleep while awake
I’ve done this for years
Accomplishments forsaken with a dirty glance in the mirror
Her reflection stares arrogantly at me
“Told ya. You see?”
I call upon the ancestors for strength and I win…sometimes
But I’m tired… worn out…immobile… atrophy has set in
May I sleep forever?
Will I smile never?
Too much to be done all at once
How do I rid myself of my unwanted roommate?
She’s here to stay
As she says, “I’ll never go away.”
I remember the day I realized something was wrong with me but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was in a meeting at work and the boss was speaking about our quarterly performances and monetary departmental gain. The Spirit commanded me to look around the room and what I saw shocked me. I witnessed everyone staring blankly at the speaker, slack-jawed, nodding in unison at his every word, even the ones that made no sense, agreeing with his hypothesis on how to make more and more money, never uttering anything against his policies and it was then, at that precise moment, that I realized I was a slave.
The notion stunned me into stillness.
Why did it take me this long to realize this life-altering conclusion? How long had I been a slave? Then it hit me…
From the day I was born, my purpose on this earth was to enrich and serve white supremacy. I stumbled from one despair filled job to the next, running nowhere, trying to find a way off the plantation but was lost, exhausted and was about to give up. It was purely by accident that a passage in a book caught my eye one day. It was describing a field hand who exhibited my exact same symptoms.
Drapetomania was a supposed mental illness described by physician Samuel Cartwright. In 1851, Cartwright explained that Drapetomania caused black slaves to want to flee captivity.
Cartwright described the disorder – which, he said, was “unknown to our medical authorities, although its diagnostic symptom, the absconding from service, is well known to our planters and overseers.”
When I stumbled upon my diagnosis, I felt exhilarated, confused and angry. Happy for my diagnosis at last, confused because never in my life, had whites EVER treated me as an equal and angry for the fact that no black person had ever told me I was a slave.
Why hadn’t someone, anyone, said to me, “Hey Nigger…you’re one of us. Screw your education. Screw your job. That new house you just bought? Screw that too! You ain’t worth shit ’round here.” I fell into one despair-filled spiral after another since my self-diagnosis. I ran nowhere. Took job after job only to end up on someone else’s plantation with an even tougher overseer.
I struggled for freedom. I wanted some other black person to pass me on the street and see that familiar look in my eyes and smile and wink at me and say, “Don’t worry…I have Drapetomania too! I’ve been wanting to flee from my plantation for 20 years…wanna get together and work on a plan?”
But no one came. No one winked. No one smiled and offered any solutions. I was burdened to fight my illness on my own. There are days when I still struggle with my disease to the point of praying for wings to fly away. And there are days that the plantation doesn’t seem that bad. But I know that’s all apart of the illness. To fight and struggle in confusion with everyone…including yourself.
Look at this woman.
She has glowing chocolate skin, a round soft nose, full lips and eyes to die for.
She is pretty? Does she threaten you? Does being in her presence make you, for reasons you cannot explain, uncomfortable? When you gaze at her, do you think she is the epitome of womanliness?
Chances are, if you live in AmeriKlan, the answer is no. This woman is the complete antithesis of everything AmeriKlan stands for. Therefore, she must be mocked, hunted and destroyed.
(As you can see, the hatred of black womanhood was instilled in us from childhood)
The black woman is propagandized to be on the very bottom of the human ladder. Not only is her shade offensive but her genitalia as well. With a naturally curvaceous figure, thick lips and prominent features, she is deemed unworthy of compliments, unworthy of adulation, unworthy of male protection and unworthy of love. Sarah Baartman was a side-show attraction:
But her “uniqueness” was a source of white envy:
Hmmm…..I thought we black females were “gross”?
The white man, throughout history, went to the black woman for everything of sustenance and perceived value:
That notion is still not lost on the white mind. With a rapidly decreasing birthrate and a higher incidence of abortion, whites are quickly becoming extinct. Destroying the Earth Mother by getting our own men and women to berate her is a surefire tactic to continue the “Pure White Gene.”
The black woman’s degradation will make her termination not only acceptable but agreeable. A big nose, full lips, kinky/curly hair, which is the opposite of white standards, was made horrific to uphold the white standard of beauty. The destruction of the black female is a very calculated form of psychological warfare. White supremacy thought of the one thing necessary to keep the black family structure together and sought to have it eliminated.
J Edgar Hoover wanted to “prevent the rise of a Black Messiah”:
COUNTERINTELLIGENCE PROGRAM BLACK NATIONALIST – HATE GROUPS RACIAL INTELLIGENCE 3/4/68 [...] GOALS ~~~~~ For maximum effectiveness of the Counterintelligence Program, and to prevent wasted effort, long-range goals are being set.
1. Prevent the COALITION of militant black nationalist groups. In unity there is strength; a truism that is no less valid for all its triteness. An effective coalition of black nationalist groups might be the first step toward a real “Mau Mau” [Black revolutionary army] in America, the beginning of a true black revolution.
2. Prevent the RISE OF A “MESSIAH” who could unify, and electrify, the militant black nationalist movement. Malcolm X might have been such a “messiah;” he is the martyr of the movement today. Martin Luther King, Stokely Carmichael and Elijah Muhammed all aspire to this position. Elijah Muhammed is less of a threat because of his age. King could be a very real contender for this position should he abandon his supposed “obedience” to “white, liberal doctrines” (nonviolence) and embrace black nationalism. Carmichael has the necessary charisma to be a real threat in this way.
3. Prevent VIOLENCE on the part of black nationalist groups. This is of primary importance, and is, of course, a goal of our investigative activity; it should also be a goal of the Counterintelligence Program to pinpoint potential troublemakers and neutralize them before they exercise their potential for violence.
4. Prevent militant black nationalist groups and leaders from gaining RESPECTABILITY, by discrediting them to three separate segments of the community. The goal of discrediting black nationalists must be handled tactically in three ways. You must discredit those groups and individuals to, first, the responsible Negro community. Second, they must be discredited to the white community, both the responsible community and to “liberals” who have vestiges of sympathy for militant black nationalist [sic] simply because they are Negroes. Third, these groups must be discredited in the eyes of Negro radicals, the followers of the movement. This last area requires entirely different tactics from the first two. Publicity about violent tendencies and radical statements merely enhances black nationalists to the last group; it adds “respectability” in a different way.
5. A final goal should be to prevent the long-range GROWTH of militant black organizations, especially among youth. Specific tactics to prevent these groups from converting young people must be developed. [...]
They knew that black women could be the most dangerous weapon against white supremacy.
As you can surmise, the black female is targeted for extermination and any and all means will be used to bring their diabolical plans to fruition. Please know that numerous black males and females on tel-lie-vision and radio are being paid large sums of money to sell out their own people. Disconnect from the lies being spewed at us and realize that the best kind of warfare is psychological. Whites have not changed their tactics. They have just made them more covert.
White women, feeling left out and rejected, complained to their male counterparts about all the attention they were giving black women, so they of course had to come up with a plausible solution. First, to prove they were not self absorbed or materialistic, white women went out and adopted as many black babies as they could get their hands on. That would prove to the world they could be better mothers to black children then black mothers themselves could be; without the post traumatic stress that came from slavery or segregation. It was cool, trendy and attention grabbing but then the novelty wore off and they were back to square one.
When he needed his house cleaned, he got the black woman to do it. When he needed his food cooked it was the black woman who fed him. The black woman even pulled out her breast and fed his children while his white wife watched. Who’s bed was he sneaking off to get into as soon as his white wife was asleep? That’s right; the black woman. Arnold Schwarzeneggerand Strom Thurmond are perfect examples of that. White males own and run the media. They drive the train of popular thought that creates the reality most people live in. Could they be the architects driving this subconscious train wreck of white female mutilations? Are they trying to make white women into the black women of their dreams? If we are to subscribe to the Freudian school of thought then the answer would be an absolute “yes.” I laughed when I read the Psychology Today article claiming black women were less attractive. I knew it was propaganda and psychological fodder to soothe angry white women.
Although completely void of talent, white men (and some Negroes) constantly praise and adore Kim Kardashian for nothing more then going out and getting black features.
White women are now risking their lives to look like the black women they’ve historically
taunted and oppressed?
…And the mutilation continues
Dear Black People,
As much as I love you dearly, sometimes you piss me off and get on my nerves! Instead of being proud of this black child who lead her gymnastics team to gold in one of the most electrifying routines ever seen on television, you criticized her hair. HER HAIR!!! You tore down a black girl who worked hard her whole life, whose mother sacrificed everything so her child could pursue her dreams and made her feel like worthless dung because of the kinky hair that God gave her. Since when is superficiality more important than merit and integrity? Since when do we trash a child who represents us rather than love and support her?
You know damn well at the tender age of 16, Gabby is recognizing her womanhood and sense of self. For her to adorn a dead animal on her head to stifle her harshest critics, black folks, is shameful and disheartening. What happened to us? Why did we become so callous, so unfeeling and so empty? Why put hatred into her mind about her African features and dark skin, the same darkness that fights disease and protects her from the sun’s harmful rays? A hateful heart is an empty heart. And all of you that influenced this child to change her appearance should be ashamed of yourselves! Since when is black beauty an oxymoron? And why didn’t you curse Lolo Jones for having “messy hair?” What’s the difference between Lolo’s out-of-place locks and Gabby’s locks?
NOTHING!!!!! The only reason you pick on this child is because she’s dark! Yet you find nothing wrong with this: Yes….she’s been reduced into an object. The caramel flesh of this Mulatto was on display for the world to see since 2009. Of course Ms. Jones courted the media with revelations of her virginity. Some claim that her prowess is tame in comparison to her teammate but yet she shines! You do know that this plays into the hands of a white supremacist system, right? Doting over a Mulatto that some consider mediocre whilst criticizing an obvious black woman is damaging to both women’s psyche. One gets inflated and the other becomes deflated…both by their skin colour, so both are losers. And you wonder why light-skinned Negroes and dark-skinned Negroes have always had animosity. Of course, Gabby and Lolo chose to go down this road…but it begs the question:
Did outside influences tap into the fears and insecurities of both women? Was the relentless pressure to be blamed? Remember the animosity between Joe Frazier and Muhammed Ali? Not one person can deny that Colourism played a role in the heated exchanges between the two athletes. And why did we allow ourselves to fall prey to this madness? Being a mixed woman with caramel skin, I’ve heard many folks, including my own sisters, cry about the “unfairness” of being born with darker colouring. Frankly, I’m sick of this shit. And I want it to be over. I just haven’t got a clue as to how. I’m pretty mad right now. I’ll take the weekend off from writing to cool down my nerves.
(The comments will be a bloody nightmare but let’s just do this.)
“Truth, I’m done with black men.” That was the statement uttered with certainty and utmost calm by my black co-worker. She, like myself, is an educated professional woman in medicine. She is a Chief Echocardiographer, no easy feat for a black woman; Ultra schooled, upper-middle class, owns her own home outright, confident and so damn attractive, you can’t help but stare at her, she’s quite a sight.
“Why?” I wanted to chuckle but seriousness of her tone told me to keep quiet. “What did they do?”
“Are you freakin’ kidding me? Look at them! No job. No ambition. Still living at home. And let’s be honest. Finding a black man on my level is going to be next to impossible. “
I nodded slowly not knowing how to respond. What should I say? X, you’re being ridiculous? Black men have it twice as hard as we do so cut the brothers some slack? You’re a snob and your job and title has gone to your head? Black men with an education and position do exist because I’ve met them. Shut up now…you’re making all black women look bad?
“Besides”, she continued “Most educated black men have white women as girlfriends and wives.”
Here we go…
The dynamic between black man and black woman has been rooted in passionate love, domestic violence, self-realization, self-hate, fatherlessness, the euphoria of education and success, drug abuse, the Civil Rights Movement, moving into the status of “middle class” from the ghettoes, abandonment, childbirth/ child rearing, a white Jesus, the MEDIA and the black church ever since we came here from that little boat ride. That’s a lot to deal with! When all was said and done, we did the absolute unthinkable; we turned on each other.
Black men, propagandazied as monkeys, criminals, worthless, animals, unkempt and unfaithful, began to fall victim to the worst slavery of all…mental slavery. This is not an excuse for bad behaviour, but a study in why certain behaviours occur within our community.
In the recent decades, black women have risen in different areas of education. Today, black women are in fields that were traditionally made for white males. Since I do not believe anything written about us by whites, I will not quote statistics on college education and employment by gender. Not only does the black woman make the bread and butter but she is the matriach of her family. She tends to the kids homework, attends PTA meetings, cooks, does laundry and sexually services her man. Without her, the family unit suffers.
The black man, on the other hand, scrutinized and made to be “suspicious”, is often denied work no matter how qualified. Stereotyped as lazy and driven out of the workforce under the clever guise of a lay-off, he is under immense pressure. Implosion comes, unfortunately, when he finds no release for his angst, depression and anger.
This broke my heart. And made me weep when I heard sisters use this as an excuse to give up on our men.
This is my supposition as to why:
1. Black men are too damaged and not worth “fixing.”
2. They’re broke.
3. White men will wine and dine; black men are clueless when it comes to romance. For them is all about sex.
4. Her education/position/status brainwashes her into believing he’s not good enough for her.
5. She wants to elevate herself into middle / upper class status and a black man “won’t do it for her.”
6. He wants her to take care of him.
7. He’s abusive.
8. Other black men have failed her consistently and she’s not willing to try again.
9. She’s a golddigger and the fastest way to get to the top is with a white man at her side.
10. She’s happy with work, friends, God, hobbies and family and doesn’t need / want / care to be bothered.
Any thoughts? Do you agree/disagree? Why?
Yeah, I know there are 11, but black women are so damn fine!
Any others you would add?