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Dear Truthbetold Part 4

I received this letter a few days ago from a black reader. It saddened and somewhat shocked me because it was not the first time a black female admitted this. I discussed it with a good buddy of mine and she gave me her perspective on things. May I say something? I’m somewhat surprised at the overwhelming amount of pretty, educated, friendly yet lonely and unhappy black women out there.

One would think that as long as she met the “basic” qualifications for a partner and was acceptable to bring home and meet the parents, men would be lining up, or even fighting, to grab her. But from what I’ve been reading, that isn’t the case. I’ve been thinking about this post for a few days now and I almost didn’t publish it. But I feel it’s too important of a topic NOT to post it.

I’d like to speak my peace on this disheartening topic, just once, before I let you have yours.

No matter how much men feel that they “run” things, we all know that The Universe is female. Without Her, life as we know it, is gone. Historically, the black female has been overwhelmingly loyal to her man. Some strayed for reasons of her own but most stayed. Why? Intrinsically, she understood the game. The day that black women “take the bait” and give up on black men, for whatever reason, the entire game is O-V-E-R. 

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“Im a black woman whos been reading your blog and comments for awhile now. Despite your multiple posts on black love and forgiveness, Ive decided to give up on black men entirely and start dating women. Ive concluded that many women feel trapped in the black game. Black women supposed to be the ones who are always there for our men but they never seem to want to return the favor. Its almost like they expect it. They only notice you if you dress a certain way. They want you to put out as soon as they meet you and if you dont, they leave and find a woman who will. Then they curse her and call her a slut when there done. Im tired of the sex games with men. Im also tired of being the one to foot the bill. I feel like there looking for a reason to date and marry anyone except black women.

I also notive that when there with a white partner, theyll do anything to keep her happy. But they never do that with us. Frankly white women can have them. Many of them have nothing to offer a black woman anyway. Women are much more patient and loving when it comes on to relationships. Sorry fro the long post but its just how I feel “

The Rise of Pornography in a White Nation and How it Affects Black Relationships

Ron Jeremy

Without sounding like I’ve been living in some underground tunnel, I never knew who Jenna Jamison and Peter North were. I remember my friend’s dad having a hidden stash of girlie magazines that he thought no one knew about and looking with horror and amazement at the *cough* flexibility of the couples. Somewhere in the corners of my young mind, I knew that such things should not be publicized for the world to see. But I never knew the significance of how it would affect the courtship of black men and women til I got older.

Listening to my girlfriends in high school share very intimate details of their experiences where they thought they were “in love” only to be discarded afterwards for another unsuspecting female, I wondered where the notion came from. Sex without love. Sex without feeling. Sex without regret. Sex for the sake of sex.

Researching this post has been eye-opening to say the least. When our African ancestors chose a mate, they chose:

1. Someone who would provide land, food, protection and comfort for their unborn children

2. Someone who had a reputable background

3. Someone that they knew and preferably grew up with

4. Someone who would be a leader, usually male, for their sons

It was deeply spiritual, intensely earthy and rooted in tradition. As I researched this post, I wondered how the world of porn ended up in our black lives and how it altered our relationships. I came up with a few sources rooted in Greek and Roman pedophilia but as I delved deeper into White AmeriKlan’s Flesh Industry, I found this:

Linda Lovelace

Deep Throat was one of the first AmeriKlan sexploitation films to have:

A plot

An actress

An actual screenplay

A production team

From that moment on, white, Christian AmeriKlan’s were introduced to a very potent drug and have never looked back. May I also point out that the porn industry coincided with the white feminist movement. Feminism or Zionism (they are one and the same) was created by the Luciferian Jew, Rockefeller, to hoodwink white women into believing that her man was her enemy. She believed, through careful indoctrination, that he was “holding her back” and sex was “rape”. Having the white woman enter the workforce to compete with men for “power and respect”, the children were left in the hands of The State to be brainwashed. Since we live in a white-dominated society, their illnesses became our illnesses. We witness white males exploiting white females on film and we aspire to do the same. What I’d like to know is, how did the black community go from being conservative with private sexual matters to this:

Montana Fishburne

For those of you that are unaware, Montana Fishburne, daughter of Larry Fishburne, decided to go the way of Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton to get “famous.” She debased herself on film with NO results. It would appear that The Divided Snakes does not reward an African female for debauchery. She was mocked, criticized and ostracized instead.

Black Family, do you think our desire to “be like them” is what contributed to the loss of black love and respect? Do you think that white flesh industry has influenced our relationships and ultimately us?  What does this say to our children in relation to sex in the name of Spiritual sanctity?

Why The Black Male Must Assume His Role as Protector in the Fight for Black Liberation

As I walk down the street of my neighbourhood one day, I lock eyes with a tall, handsome black man walking with his white wife. His pants, low-slung around his buttocks and his extra-large sweatshirt and work boots gave his boyish good looks a menacing echo. He pulls her closer to him, wraps a protective arm around her waist and smiles cockily at me with beautiful white teeth as if to say, “Look what I have.” I know that smile. I’ve seen it a million times and, shockingly enough, I know why he made the gesture. The woman wore an air of arrogance about her. She too is in on the game. But for her, the ball is totally in her court. And she knows it.

Since the time of physical enslavement, the black man has been:

A stud, made to breed with any black female fecund…even his own daughter

Targeted for extermination by slave catchers…now called The Police

Dumbed down in school…if he even went to school

Experimented on and castrated

Denied proper wages to support his family…if he could find work at all

A drug pusher/ addict/ seller…Thank you CIA

A lusty, cocaine-sniffing rapist of white virginal flesh

And a killer of his own race…by ways of the FBI selling guns to young, disenfranchised men with nothing to lose.

Since writing my “Black Female Role” post, I’ve thought long and hard about what to say regarding my black man and his plight; And his plight is a delicate one. The black man, the other half of the black woman’s Spiritual complement, must resist temptation from the perils of a white dominated society where he is intentionally set up to fail and accept his role as a protector and educator of his black family unit.

Perhaps an overprotective mother and an absentee father is to blame. Perhaps it’s the white mis-education system that prepares him for prison. Perhaps it’s the drugs being administered to him in school that wets his appetite for illegal substances. Perhaps it’s the media’s depiction of him as a glorified, piece of chocolate flesh who fulfills carnal fantasies…or perhaps it’s his own disillusionment of what he’s supposed to be fighting for. The black male is born in a society trapped between wanting to be the man, husband, father and role model the Creator wants him to be and having to decide very early on in his life if those noble ambitions are worth dying for. The system and the Evil predators that formulate the system are deathly afraid of any black man who shows love for himself, love for his woman and love for his race. Add intelligence to the mix and he is automatically targeted for termination. That is why they have spent trillions of dollars turning his strength into feminine weakness via the introduction of homosexuality, his passion and fierceness into thuggery via criminality and his sexual virility into vanilla-flavoured debauchery by allowing him to indulge in destructive fantasies.

The black man, who was put on this earth for 2 reasons; to protect his most valuable asset, his woman; and to plant his seed to continue his genetic lineage, has been attacked, cajoled and removed so his task, if he chooses to accept it, is more difficult than ever. As the world awaits the black woman to rise up and assume her role, the black woman is also waiting for the black man to rise up and join her in their task for planetary leadership. She cannot be successful without his support, his love, his acceptance of her and his desire to protect her above and beyond anything else.

How can he accomplish this task?

By accepting who he is, why The Most High created him first as the Original Man and focusing his Spiritual energies on what he was made to do: Protect and love his black family by any means necessary.

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