Where is the Oscar snub for my people?


Yesterday I came across a post on my Face Book page, about the 1973 Oscar snub by Marlon Brando. Sacheen Littlefeather, an Apache and president of  National Native American Affirmative Image Committee, refused to accept the Best Actor Oscar on behalf of Marlon Brando for his performance in “The Godfather” at the 45th Annual Academy Awards in 1973.

The speech was later reprinted in its entirety by the New York Times. You can read the speech at this link>>>> That Unfinished Oscar Speech.  Now contrast that letter written by Brando, with this letter written in Esquire by John Ridley, the screen writer for 12 years a slave. After reading Brando’s speech how does that make you feel about Native People? ( I don want to call them Amerikkklans, because I feel it is insulting to their legacies). Does it make you feel sympathetic to their cause and want to find away to support them? After reading Ridley’s speech, how does it make you feel about Afrikan people born and manufactured in Amerikkka?. Does it make you sympathetic to their cause and want to rally around them? I have two words for John Ridley>>>>Meritorious Manumission. Look it up!

I wonder what would happen if say, a big named actor from among us pulled this act of rebellion. Would the Khazaar controlled Hollywierd Klan’s allow  this to take place? Would the leading ass wipe news paper of the day print the full letter in writing? And how would it look? Below is an interpretation of what such a letter would look like, if it was written in the same vane as Brando’s letter.

A letter to the Oscar Committee on why I refuse to accept this award for the movie the Lawn Jockey
and why America continues to do African American ill will

For more than 500 years the children of over 100 stolen people of Afrika , have been fighting hard for recognition and acceptance into a society that still views them as 3/5th a human being and not completely American. For more than 500 years my people have been fighting for their 40 acres, a mule and $100, that was denied us as soon as Abraham Lincoln promised it to us, if we supported the trade war for supremacy of an industrial economy over a slave economy, between the North and the South. During reconstruction, many of us, former slaves and children of former slaves, toiled endlessly to acquire small parcels of land, in order to make their life, their families and their right to be free, part of the American dream. The same dream that every non African immigrant has enjoyed coming to these shores, yet has been denied us. When we acquired those parcels of lands, through hard work, we continued to be shunned by the federal, state, county and city governments, who denied us access to the same qualities of life a citizen in this great country had a right to. Even though we struggled and strived, we survived, but we eventually came up against acts of violence like what happened in 1919, in what our historians have called the red summer of hate. This more or less, actually less, concluded in 1921 in Tulsa Oklahoma, when the shinning symbol of our hard work went up in flames at the hand of hateful and deranged people with the full support of the state government of Oklahoma. Still we strived. We strived against the slave codes enacted to maintain white group superiority over black people. We strived against apathy and fear. Against Willie Lynch slave breaking regime and against hopelessness. We fought in your two tribal wars in Europe, when even the German enemies were treated better than us. When they ate in the all white cafeteria, while we ate in the colored section. Still we we were attacked for proudly wearing the uniform of the United State Army. We were conditioned to believe that if we did a little bit more to earn your trust, by dying for this great country in Korea, in Vietnam, In Iraq, if we sent our young children to die in hopes of being accepted by you, it would have been worth it. Still you segregated yourself from us. You created the trade Unions to keep skilled black men from competing with unskilled white men for industrial jobs in the North and South. You failed or refused to fund our education, even while taxing us. And when we demanded recognition you set vicious dogs on us. To tear our flesh and spill our blood. You bombed us in our places of worship, in our homes and in our schools. When we marched in Christian love and peacefulness, you set vicious two legged dogs on us, shooting tear gas cannisters, and real bullets, swinging batons and billy clubs at the soft heads of our men, women and children. When the younger generation began to get restless with the peaceful approach of the older generation, you called on us to intercede and out of fear for them, we urged them to be peaceful. When some of them refused to be peaceful, when they decide to take up arms, something that is supposed to be a right in this country, you told us…. ”Lay down your arms, my friends, and then we will remain together. Only if you lay down your arms, my friends, can we then talk of peace and come to an agreement which will be good for you.”

And when we refused you murdered us in our sleep. And when we did lay down our arms, you continued to murder us.When the world saw your hypocrisy. When the many countries coming out from under the yolk of colonialism saw your twisted mouth and speeches from forked tongues, you told us that NOW we can drink from your fountain. That we can work in your factories. That we are integrated as one. But we were not. Your integration was a reuse to pacify us. Because you continue to hold the economic strings over our heads. But because we believed you, because the bible and the religion you gave us, taught us to believed you, we were pacified. Even when you killed Martin. And Edger. And Fred Hampton. We believed you. Even when with our own eyes we watched you murder George and Jonathon. And tried to Murder Assata and made her the ONLY woman on the FBI’s most wanted, we believed that you meant to do good by us.

You lied to us. Your federal government cheated out of lands acquired through hard work, blood and sweat. You removed African American men from jobs, as you removed jobs from the country. When we protested, you gave new jobs to our women, because you told her, she had the right to compete with us. Yet white men had no such problem. When our women couldn’t find jobs, you placed her on welfare. Welfare, a system set up for whites who could not find work. When you put our women on welfare, you told her to send us out of the house, for this was the requirement. And when we had no jobs you sent crack and cocaine in our communities so that those communities could be destabilized. You turned into crack heads, into beggars on a continent that gave life for as long as life can remember. And by any interpretation of history, however twisted, you did not do right. You were not lawful nor were you just in what you did.

But there is one thing which is beyond the reach of this perversity and that is the tremendous verdict of history. And history will surely judge you America. But do you care? What kind of moral schizophrenia is it that allows you to shout at the top of your national voice, from the white house, from CNN, from Fox news, for all the world to hear that you live up to your commitment when every page of history speaks out against it. And when all the thirsty, starving, humiliating days and nights of the last 500 years in the lives of the Afrikan American homes contradict that voice? It would seem that the respect for principle and the love of one’s neighbor have become dysfunctional in this country of ours, and that all we have done, all that we have succeeded in accomplishing with our power is simply annihilating the hopes of the newborn countries in this world, as well as friends and enemies alike, that we’re not humane, and that we do not live up to our agreements.

Perhaps at this moment you are saying to yourself what the hell has all this got to do with the Academy Awards? Why is this Nigger…. yes, you try to be coy and act like you don’t say it among your friends…. standing up here, ruining our evening, invading our lives with things that don’t concern us, and that we don’t care about? Wasting our time and money and intruding in our homes. I think the answer to those unspoken questions is that the motion picture community has been as responsible as any for degrading the African American and making a mockery of his character, describing him as savage, hostile and evil. Making him out to be a slave, a maid, a butler, a rapist and a thug.  It’s hard enough for children to grow up in this world. When African American children watch television, and they watch films, and when they see their race depicted as they are in films, their minds become injured in ways we can never know.

Recently there have been a few faltering steps to correct this situation, but too faltering and too few, so I, as a member in this profession, do not feel that I can as a citizen of the United States accept an award here tonight. I think awards in this country at this time are inappropriate to be received or given until the condition of the African American  is drastically altered. If we are not our brother’s keeper, at least let us not be his executioner. I chose to stand before you here tonight to speak to you directly, because too many of my peers are too willing to sup at your table, while ignoring the white elephant in the room. The elephant of racism and white supremacy.  I would hope that those who are listening would not look upon this as a rude intrusion, but as an earnest effort to focus attention on an issue that might very well determine whether or not this country has the right to say from this point forward we believe in the inalienable rights of all people to remain free and independent and that Hollywood, unlike the snakes in Washington DC, can start to at least change the image of Afrikan American from that of an undesirable and useless eater to that of a 100% full human being, with the same needs, dreams and desire to do for themselves and their children that you in the audience desire for yourselves.

 Thank you and good night.

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Oh! If this could be done. What would the repercussion be? in the meantime, in between time, I will leave you with the words of Dr. Claude Anderson…

3 thoughts on “Where is the Oscar snub for my people?

  1. Hello there!

    Long time no talk.

    I’m glad I clicked on this site today and read your article. It was a sign. Please join in on our melanin Prayer/ Meditation Ritual. It’s the newest post on my blog called African Meditation Session.

    We need as much melanin as we can get.

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