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A.B.C. : African Bartering Community

Barter: “to trade by exchange of commodities rather than by the use of money; to swap”

 

 

 

Bartering is as old as time. A few tomato seeds for a pail of fresh water.

What if we could cut out the middleman and trade DIRECTLY with each other?

Blacks in America are the largest consumers of all the racial groups combined. We buy EVERYTHING from someone else but make very little ourselves. After the prosperity of Black Wall Street, which was intentionally destroyed, the United States government devised a very diabolical plan.

The black dollar must leave our wallets every 15 minutes.

Soon, other immigrant races were given stipends and free grants to open up shop in our neighbourhoods. Cheap plastic goods, stale and rotted meats, liquor and tobacco stores, check cashing places and slum lords were made rich off of our despair.

Even though they too were considered minorities and a lesser class, they filled the government’s purpose magnificently:

The black dollar must leave our wallets every 15 minutes.

Our black owned farms that offered us fresh, wholesome foods went belly up due to soaring government taxes. They were then taken over by whites at cheaper prices so they could provide the white community with organic nutritious meals.

Wanna know something?

Today, in 2015, absolutely NOTHING has changed.

 

The two things I’ve learned about white supremacy are:

  1. Expecting your enemy to change is insanity
  2. Doing nothing to help your own situation is a greater form of insanity

 

We may not wish to hear this but we are to be partially blamed for our dire predicament.

Why?

Because we have the power to change things but lack the will.

Remember the door swings both ways…

 

  1. What is African Bartering Community?

 

A.B.C. is a worldwide, black organization designed to cut out the monetary middleman and barter (trade) strictly with other blacks for goods.

 

2. How does A.B.C. work?

 

A.B.C. works quite simply. A group of willing blacks must coordinate a gathering, like someone’s backyard, a flea market, a church social, etc, where goods are exchanged without money. Value must be determined individually and once agreed upon, a loving and equal exchange must take place.

Example #1: I need a pick up truck. My black neighbour needs a riding lawn mower. We swap goods without the use of money and shake hands to finalize the deal.

 

    3. Why is this a good practice? Isn’t money always needed?

 

Blacks are, unfortunately, the largest group of consumers in America.

(The black dollar must leave our wallets every 15 minutes.)

We buy more than what we really need to survive and purchase those goods from other races. By cutting out the middleman, we SAVE money for other things and build much-needed TRUST within our people.

Did you know that there are groups of people living within the U.S. that operate mostly (as much as possible) without the use of money for goods? My own next door neighbour swaps root vegetables for firewood and has been doing that for many years with SUCCESS! He trades with other whites in our farming community. The only people who are intentionally left out of this practice are the few black families that live here.

Money has always been around in some form, like cowry shells, since the beginning but it is possible to LESSEN our infatuation with money. Yes, I said infatuation. BLACK PEOPLE LOVE MONEY. And we love having lots of stuff. The more stuff we acquire, the greater sense of self worth we falsely obtain.

By lessening our dependence on the monetary middleman, we take back our power and our dignity. We build stronger communities based on trust, which we lack. We begin to rely on each other once again for survival thus making us stronger as a unified group.

 

      4. How do I join and why should I?

 

When George Zimmerman killed Trayvon Martin and we learned that Skittles funded his lawyer, that was a perfect opportunity for us to show our power and our self love by refraining from buying Skittles candies. The door swings both ways. We can refrain from supporting racist organizations simply by NOT giving them our money.

We can take back our pride by simply refusing to cooperate with any company that we feel is degrading to our people…worldwide. When Tommy Hilfiger stated that he “didn’t make his clothes for black people” that was our opportunity to cut him out of the black community FOREVER and give our support to the struggling black clothing companies around the globe. Instead we got angry and insisted that we had the right to wear his clothing.

What were the results?

Tommy became richer and more famous (or infamous) and the black dollar left our pockets.

(The black dollar must leave our wallets every 15 minutes)

Who’s to blame?

We are.

We are so desperate to be loved we do not care even if it’s from someone who hates us.

 

Joining A.B.C. takes a few things that the black community must work on for we are weak in these areas.

The first thing is organization.

We have been lulled into a hazy sleep and are disoriented when it comes to organizing. The simplest way to begin is in your own neighbourhood. Start small. Pass on this post to as many blacks as possible and begin conversing on how to set it up. Your conversation should include the following things:

  1. A meeting place
  2. An determined and focused organizer
  3. Goods to be exchanged

 

Again, places can include someone’s yard, their basement or an open flea market. Exchange phone numbers and emails to the person you wish to trade with. Decide what you’ll be trading and remember that once the trade has taken place it is FINAL and no negative feelings are to be shown.

You are trying to re-build trust and love, not start a fight or argument.

 

 

Finally, there’s much discussion about the wave of immigrants, especially Coloured immigrants, coming to America and opening stores in our neighbourhoods. You know why they are doing well? Because we give them our money! They are simply doing what whites have done for centuries; taking advantage of the most oppressed race and making money (exploiting) off of them.

I’ve been saying for years that black people’s need to be loved and included by anyone who sorta-kinda looks like us will be our downfall. The other races have consistently demonstrated that they don’t give a damn about us and are happy that we are sliding further and further down the economic ladder.

That gives them more opportunity to get closer to their colonial masters.

They use us as a stepping stone for economic stability and benefit from our fight for equal rights to better themselves. Then when they “make it”, they spit in our faces.

Who’s fault is it?

Ours.

 

For we are a hard-headed, disgruntled, disoriented, intra-competitive and envious group bent set on inclusion.

The time has come for us to stop trying to “hold hands” with the browish-tanish-yellowish-golden “others” and begin doing for self. No one can make us do better. It must come from desire within oneself.

 

Please pass on this post to others and begin your own African Bartering Community. Start today. Call your neighbour/ friend/ cousin and begin conversing. You might find out that they’ve been wanting to do the same thing but didn’t know how to begin!

 

Since the holiday season is upon us, I’ll do a post on black owned businesses for those that wish to support the black community with monetary means.

 

 

 

 

 

The Holidays

The holidays are amongst us. That means gifts, excess food and decorations for your lawn and house. The black spending power is set to reach 1 TRILLION dollars annually. Yet, we are jobless and uneducated and flailing in the wind. If I may make an honest observation about most black people, myself included:

Looking good and having material objects is more important than going to school, having entrepreneurship, having property to pass on to our kids and building up our communities. Have you ever noticed how Jews and other non-black ethnic groups will cram themselves into a small apartment and work like beasts to buy individual houses and pay off each other’s mortgages in 5 years? Have you ever noticed whenever an ethnic, non-black person enters into a business, everyone within that group will recruit all other peoples of that same ethnicity to shop in their stores exclusively?

Have you ever noticed how ethnic, non-black parents teach their children about money from grade school? And not only do they give them solid financial advise about home ownership, but they set up CD’s, mutual funds and trusts for their ENTIRE family members from childhood. I worked with a white Greek woman who confided in me that when her son was born she took out a 100.00 CD in his name and rolled it into an open money market account set to mature at age 18.

When her child was of age, he cashed out damn near 50,000 dollars for a down payment on his first house! My humble upbringing didn’t give us much money to play with or financial savvy, but from early on, I recognized something was wrong with black people. As long as our hair is done, our clothes were the latest trends and we gave off the appearance of well-being, nothing else matters.

We have no more excuses not to try. Our men, women and children are dying under the policeman’s bullet every day. Yet, we do not own police stations like the Jews in Bensonhurst. Our kids, those of them that can afford schooling, are graduating with no job prospects. Yet, we have no family businesses to hire our young graduates. Our women are working 2 and 3 jobs to support the family due to the high incarceration rate of our men, yet, we have no power over the political sector that put our men behind bars in the first place.

Wake up black people! We are being used. We are considered the lowest forms of life on the planet yet white supremacy could not function without our cooperation and our permission.

We are the richest group of blacks in the world, yet we have poor planning skills and do not seem to care to fix them. This holiday season, I’m actually going to beg, yes you read correctly, BEG you not to feed the white demon called Mammon. Wall Street cannot function without you! It cannot feed its insatiable demonic appetite without your money. You are so powerful in this system called racism because you allow yourself to be used by the very people who hate you and use your money for your own destruction.

I know that this will be especially hard for some of us who have young children who are accustomed to the European culture of gifts. If you only knew that Santa is really Satan, (what we call an anagram), you’d stop feeding this white monster. This white plantation has poisoned us through food, drink, language, sexual practices, music and culture. It was devised for our destruction. And we’ve fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

Please stop Mammon from destroying our families. Fight Wall Street and please do not give in to the racist slave holiday called Black Friday, where you could purchase 2 slaves for the price of 1. Remember the slogan BOGO? Buy One, Get One 1/2 off? It came directly from the auction block. Knowledge is powerful and we do not have enough of it.

With a 1 Trillion dollar spending power we could have:

1. Black Private Schools

2. Black Banks

3. Black Restaurants

4. Black Hospitals

5. Black Neighbourhoods

6. Black Police Stations

7. Black Firehouses

8. Black Teacher’s Unions

9. Black owned Airports

In other words, Black Wall Street would return.

If you are serious about defeating this beast, DO NOT shop this holiday season.

I cannot do this alone.

I need your help. Please help me counter this system. Please do not buy gifts this holiday season and let Wall Street crumble at your feet. Once you realize how whites use you to make themselves even richer while your community becomes more and more degraded, drug ridden and diseased, you’ll open up to the possibly that this system can be demolished.  Please pass this around to as many blacks as possible and join forces to end white supremacy.

{I do not have any social networking. I’m relying on you to get this post out there on websites, Twitter, Facebook and radio programs}

The Bombing of Little Africa

Black Wall Street: The True Story

Kushite Prince:

I’ve always believed that black folks need to do for self. We need to have our own schools, businesses and black banking system independent of whites. We really don’t need white folks, we can survive on our own.

When I learned of Black Wall Street, I wept openly. I cried for my people who had defied all odds and succeeded. I cried for that baby who was separated from his parents never to be found in the fire. I cried for the ransacked homes and the mass killings on the streets of Greenwood. I cried for the women who watched their men be lynched and burned. I cried for the little boys who watched their mothers get raped while the white racists laughed and taunted him. And I bawled because once…in this lifetime, blacks were millionaires. Respectable, wealthy Africans who owned businesses, airplanes, banks, schools and churches.

May God have mercy on their souls.

Searching under the heading of “riots,” “Oklahoma” and “Tulsa” in current editions of the World Book Encyclopedia, there is conspicuously no mention whatsoever of the Tulsa race riot of 1921, and this omission is by no means a surprise, or a rare case. The fact is, one would also be hard-pressed to find documentation of the incident, let alone and accurate accounting of it, in any other “scholarly” reference or American history book.

That’s precisely the point that noted author, publisher and orator Ron Wallace, a Tulsa native, sought to make nearly five years ago when he began researching this riot, one of the worst incidents of violence ever visited upon people of African descent. Ultimately joined on the project by colleague Jay Wilson of Los Angeles, the duo found and compiled indisputable evidence of what they now describe as “a Black holocaust in America.”

The date was June 1, 1921, when “Black Wall Street,” the name fittingly given to one of the most affluent all-Black communities in America, was bombed from the air and burned to the ground by mobs of envious whites. In a period spanning fewer than 12 hours, a once thriving 36-Black business district in northern Tulsa lay smoldering–a model community destroyed, and a major African-American economic movement resoundingly defused.

The night’s carnage left some 3,000 African Americans dead, and over 600 successful businesses lost. Among these were 21 churches, 21 restaurants, 30 grocery stores and two movie theaters, plus a hospital, a bank, a post office, libraries, schools, law offices, a half dozen private airplanes and even a bus system. As could have been expected the impetus behind it all was the infamous Ku Klux Klan, working in consort with ranking city officials, and many other sympathizers.

In their self-published book, Black Wallstreet: A Lost Dream, and its companion video documentary, Black Wallstreet: A Black Holocaust in America!, the authors have chronicled for the very first time in the words of area historians and elderly survivors what really happened there on that fateful summer day in 1921 and why it happened. Wallace similarly explained to me why this bloody event from the turn of the century seems to have had a recurring effect that is being felt in predominately Black neighborhoods even to this day.

The best description of Black Wallstreet, or Little Africa as it was also known, would be liken it to a mini-Beverly Hills. It was the golden door of the Black community during the early 1900s, and it proved that African Americans had successful infrastructure. That’s what Black Wallstreet was all about. The dollar circulated 36 to 100 times, sometimes taking a year for currency to leave the community. Now in 1995, a dollar leaves the Black community in 15-minutes. As far as resources, there were Ph.D.’s residing in Little Africa, Black attorneys and doctors. One doctor was Dr. Berry who owned the bus system. His average income was $500 a day, a hefty pocket change in 1910. During that era, physicians owned medical schools. There were also pawn shops everywhere, brothels, jewelry stores, 21 churches, 21 restaurants and two movie theaters. It was a time when the entire state of Oklahoma had only two airports, yet six Blacks owned their own planes. It was a very fascinating community.

The area encompassed over 600 businesses and 36 square blocks with a population of 15,000 African Americans. And when the lower-economic Europeans looked over and saw what the Black community created, many of them were jealous. When the average student went to school on Black Wallstreet, he wore a suit and tie because of the morals and respect they were taught at a young age.

The mainstay of the community was to educate every child. Nepotism was the one word they believed in. And that’s what we need to get back to in 1995. The main thoroughfare was Greenwood Avenue, and it was intersected by Archer and Pine Streets. From the first letters in each of those three names, you get G.A.P., and that’s where the renowned R and B music group the Gap Band got its name. They’re from Tulsa.

Black Wallstreet was a prime example of the typical Black community in America that did businesses, but it was in an unusual location. You see, at the time, Oklahoma was set aside to be a Black and Indian state. There were over 28 Black townships there. One third of the people who traveled in the terrifying “Trail of Tears” along side the Indians between 1830 to 1842 were Black people. The citizens of this proposed Indian and Black state chose a Black governor, a treasurer from Kansas named McDade. But the Ku Klux Klan said that if he assumed office that they would kill him within 48 hours. A lot of Blacks owned farmland, and many of them had gone into the oil business. The community was so tight and wealthy because they traded dollars hand-to-hand, and because they were dependent upon one another as a result of the Jim Crow laws.

It was not unusual that if a resident’s home accidentally burned down, it could be rebuilt within a few weeks by neighbors. This was the type of scenario that was going on day- to-day on Black Wallstreet. When Blacks intermarried into the Indian culture, some of them received their promised ’40 acres and a mule’ and with that came whatever oil was later found on the properties.

Just to show you how wealthy a lot of Black people were, there was a banker in the neighboring town who had a wife named California Taylor. Her father owned the largest cotton gin west of the Mississippi [River]. When California shopped, she would take a cruise to Paris every three months to have her clothes made. There was also a man named Mason in nearby Wagner County who had the largest potato farm west of the Mississippi. When he harvested, he would fill 100 boxcars a day. Another brother not far away had the same thing with a spinach farm. The typical family then was five children or more, though the typical farm family would have 10 kids or more who made up the nucleus of the labor.

On Black Wallstreet, a lot of global business was conducted. The community flourished from the early 1900s until June 1, 1921. That’s when the largest massacre of non-military Americans in the history of this country took place, and it was lead by the Ku Klux Klan. Imagine walking out of your front door and seeing 1,500 homes being burned. It must have been amazing.

Survivors we interviewed think that the whole thing was planned because during the time that all of this was going on, white families with their children stood around the borders of their community and watched the massacre, the looting and everything–much in the same manner they would watch a lynching.

In my lectures I ask people if they understand where the word “picnic” comes from. It was typical to have a picnic on a Friday evening in Oklahoma. The word was short for “pick a nigger” to lynch. They would lynch a Black male and cut off body parts as souvenirs. This went on every weekend in this country, and it was all across the county. That’s where the term really came from.

{ recopied from Black Wall Street Freeservers.com }

Please make time to watch this documentary….it’s long, about 2 hours. Please, please, please educated yourself on our history.

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