The lesson


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“My world seems empty without you”, the boy told the girl.

“And every day we are apart diminishes me greatly”, she replied. They clutched at each other with a feverishness such as a hungry man clutches at a piece of sandwich, after three days without eating. All the while drowning in each others eyes, as the squeezed each other. Seeking to become one new symbiotic entity.

The couple stayed in that position, trying to both stop time, yet wanting to hurry it along. So that tomorrow could become yesterday.

Soon she was going away, to the islands for the holidays. For two weeks. Yet each could barely wait for the two weeks to pass, so they could melt into each other once more.

They were on the bench in the park, it was late summer and while the air was nippy, the heat from their desires virtually warmed the very air around them. A sort of vortex of young angst, young love, youthful amore and lust. It was but a few minutes later that they managed to pry themselves from each other and turned to the old man on the other bench.

“I am sorry sir, what did you say”? asked the young man. His companion looked over, bewildered and unsure of the man’s intentions. “I said, love is but a fleeting thing, when viewed as a sprint”. The man chuckled. He continued to feed the pigeons. “what do you know about us and our feelings, old man”? The youth retorted irritably. He knew he need not speak so harshly to the elder, but his current state of mind was impacted by the pending distance that soon will insert itself between him and his true love.

The girl said, “are you some kind of pervert”? Everyday on my way to school, I see you in the morning and evening feeding those pigeons”! Don’t you have a job or are you homeless”? “Do you sit in the park and just watch people”? “I hope you are not watching the little children”?

She felt that dig would bore a hole in the old man’s soul, diminishing him where he would scurry away. But the old man smiled such a genuinely sweet smile, she instantly felt ashamed for that bitter accusation. “No my dear”. The man said. Then he paused. And then said, “No! again….to all your questions. Al but the homeless part”. He paused again. ” I guess technically I am homeless, because I don’t have a home nor pay rent”.  ‘But its my choice you see”? “I chose to be homeless”!

The boy scoffed at the man. Pffft”! “What are you talking about old man”? “Nobody chooses to be homeless”! The old man shook his head and continued to smile their way. “But I have and I did”! He said this definitively.  To be truly happy and independent, one must not be tied down by the anchor of material things. The anchor of others expectations. The anchor of trying to be everything to everybody.

The old man closed his eyes for a good while, which caused the couple to believed he had fallen a sleep. They shrugged and proceeded to exchange superlatives, deep soulful steers and bodily fluids from their tongues.

“When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden”

The couple surfaced and looked drunkenly at the man. “what”? They both said. The old man chuckled. “It’s a quote from The prophet”, he said. “A very deep book about life’s many lessons”. The boy looked uncertainly at him. “The prophet”? “Like a christian religious figure or something”? No, No, No…said the old man. He chuckled some more. In fact his chuckle turned into a full-blown guffaw and belly slapping laughter. “what is it they teach you kids in school today”?

Then he recited a few more lines:

“Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running
brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks
for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your
heart and a song of praise upon your lips.” 

“What does this have to do with us”? The girl asked. Eager to get back to extending time with her heart and soul personified in her companion, yet trying to will time to pass over her and become a memory. “I couldn’t help hearing you too going on about this thing called love”, the old man said. Lord knows you too were making an embarrassing spectacle of yourselves. All groping and slobbering and whining!”

Then he started with a new round of belly laughing. The boy turned to him. He was now angry.”look here, you”! “You best begone from here before I go upside your head”!

The old man was unphased by the threat. But he never the less sobered up, retaining that smile. It was a smile that was becoming quite insufferable. “It’s just that, young fellow, I too was like you once. When i knew no better, yet I felt I knew every secret the world could possible have”! “Alas…I had to learn a harsh lesson, as i entered the world of adult hood”.

“What do you mean”? The girl asked.

“I mean Love and happiness are a couple of strangers travelling the path of life”. The old man said. “They are incomplete without the other, but together they produce a child. Contentment”.

“Well what do you know about love?” The girl asked. “You are so old, all the people you love are probably dead by now”! The man appeared not to take offense to her rude rebuke. Though he appeared pensive still. “yes”! He said. “many of those I loved have passed. And many more I have lost touch with. But I am happy still because my contentment is not based on my love for them,”. My life and the love I have is and will always be based on  very important secret to happiness”.

He lapsed into another bout of pensiveness. The boy rolled his eyes and said…”OK! I bite. What is the secret to happiness”? The old man looked at him. Smiling that smile. “The secret to happiness is very simple. It’s seeing the world, yet never forgetting the simple things that make you an important cog in the wheel of life”.

The boy wished he had never asked the man that question. For now he was more confused.

“If love and happiness are a couple of strangers, and the secret to life is seeing the world while not forgetting the simple things that make you a cog in the wheel, then what is love then… oh wise master”?

He said the last with a sardonic smirk. The old man replied:

“Love is not forced, nor is it demanding;
 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy,
it does not boast, it is not proud.
 It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
 Love does not delight in evil but
rejoices with the truth.
 It always protects, always trusts,
always hopes, always perseveres.”

The old man paused for a minute. Then he continued…

“Love seeks not but for itself. It is pureness and
honesty in the face of adversity; Love knows 
nothing but itself. Therefore Love is forever
in search of itself.”

The girl looked at the old man for a long time. Then she asked, “is that a bible verse?. I seem to have heard it somewhere before.” The old man nodded. “The first part is from 1 Corinthians 13:4-7.  “The second part though, is where love speaks for itself.”

She thought about what he said. Her mind seem to recede  into a memory. Then she said…

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love,
I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.

 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom
all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith
that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.

 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over  my body
to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

The old man smiled gently at her. “Come my dear help me to finish it”. He continued with the verse, as she accompanied him:

” Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies,
they will cease; where there are tongues,
they will be stilled; where there is knowledge,
it will pass away.
 For we know in part and we prophesy in
part,
 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child,
I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways
of childhood behind me.
 For now we see only a reflection
as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am
fully known. 
And now these three remain:
faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

The boy looked between them, with a thoughtful frown, as together the old man and the girl finished up the verse.  “Sounds like a bible thing. I am not into all that bible reading stuff.”

The girl looked at him strongly.

“You don’t have to be in it, to see the wisdom in gods sayings”. The old man chuckled again. “My son, I too am not into the bible thing, as you say.” At which point the girl redirected her strong look at him, causing the boy to chuckle himself.

He continued…”but that does not mean one can not see value in certain pertinent parts of the book and apply it to your life. After all the bible is a corruption of a more ancient series of lessons handed down over the millennium.” He held up his hand, palm first to stall the girls protest. ” I know what you are going to say and I am not denying your right to embrace the bible”. I only made reference to it in a way that is both familiar to most of us, yet simple enough so you can understand what love is”.

“But we know love.” “and we are in love!” The boy said grabbing the girl’s hand. “We are in love and hurt when we are not together. And when we are together, it just seems like the time is too short, each partings so cruel.”

“I may not know a lot of things young man, but I know love is not supposed to hurt, if it’s given freely with no expectations of rewards, acknowledgment or desire to prove its realness. Love just is”.

“Is?”, what do you mean?” Said the girl.

“Love is a gift that must be given freely and willingly. You must be so eager to give it away, that failure to do this, will confound you.” The old man then said, “When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.”

The couple watched the old man, who continued…“This is what we call love. When you are loved, you can do anything in creation. When you are loved, there’s no need at all to understand what’s happening, because everything happens within you.”

“Your love for her should be within you and thus can never diminish. Even when she is a part. For when you are in love with some one, you are giving them a universal energy and strength to be greater than they or you ever thought.” “know that when you are in love and when you are loved, no fear of separation can enter your heart. For wherever she is there your heart will be.”

The two looked at the old man for a brief minute. Then the boy said, “come let’s go!” They got up and walked away. He heard them mumbling, “crazy old fool,what does he know about real love!”

The old man chuckled to himself and spoke to the pigeons. “These young people don’t understand that love is but a fleeting thing, when viewed as a sprint” “yet it sustains itself when viewed as a marathon.”

He threw some more seeds at the birds. “But one must train for a marathon, because it is much more difficult than a sprint. On your over all constitution. It requires discipline and a whole batch of patience and contentment. For when the pain sets in, then your will to go on is due to your belief that quitting is unacceptable.”

The birds looked at him. Waiting for the wonderful seeds to fall from the sky. The birds love the seeds and are very contented being at the park. The old man the reached into his back pocket and pulled out an old worn wallet. He tenderly opened it and took out a picture snuggled inside an almost forgotten crease. It was a picture of a woman. She was beautiful. At least he thought so.

He smiled and recited the verse he read to her that night in the hospital…

Beloved,
I have to adore the earth:
The wind must have heard
your voice once.
It echoes and sings like you.
The soil must have tasted
you once.
It is laden with your scent.
The trees honor you
in gold
and blush when you pass.
I know why the north country
is frozen.
It has been trying to preserve
your memory.
I know why the desert
burns with fever.
It was wept too long without you.
On hands and knees,
the ocean begs up the beach,
and falls at your feet.
I have to adore
the mirror of the earth.
You have taught her well
how to be beautiful.
After a time, he put away the picture inside the wallet and the wallet back in his pocket. He looked at the receding backs of the couple. He shook his head and chuckled. He whispered to the birds…”so simple, the most educated can never see!”
He threw another handful of seeds at the birds.

The Black Love campaign

Trust in the process!


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Those of us who are awoke enough to our failed station and place under the jack boots of white pathology…so few of us indeed….overstand that the effect and affect is not as blatant as a bullet to the chest, a billy club across the skull, redlining or decades of misedumacation to embrace Eurasian culture over our Afrikan one.

The effect and affect is more powerful when it is subtle. When you don’t see it, so you die from a thousand tiny cuts. The tiny cuts starts and ends with the Eurasian “values”, placed on everything we hold dearest to us. The Eurasian values are presented through a Eurasian world view and Eurasian eyes, mindset and emotions.

Values are something seen as well deserved; It is the importance, worth, or usefulness of something. it is a person’s principles or standards of behavior; It is one’s judgment of what is important in life.

The vehicle the Eurasian uses to traffic his values comes under the guise of Christianity…or Christianinsanity! One of the values of the poison promoted by Christianinsanity, is the ambivalence of the term love! The term is misused, misoverstood, abused and devalued. Under white pathology and Christianinsanity one can have love for a fellow Christian or your “fellow-man”, as long as they submit to that particular form of self-expression. Under white pathology love is either a “Christian love”, to gather and praise a white male figure. Or it is an excuse or a prelude to sexual intercourse of all kinds. All kinds because it is now 2016 and man to woman love is on equal footing along with man to car love, man to man love, man to mannequin love, woman to woman love, woman to kitchen implement love, adult to child love, human to animal love and what is now described as “fluid”!

Obviously love is used here as a one cap fits all kind of skinny jeans fashion statement. No wonder we tend to use the Eurasian term “falling in love” so much, we over look the fact that the most important aspect of this “love” is the maintenance of love. According to any definition, falling is when a person lose one’s balance and collapse. Falling is a move downward, typically rapidly and freely without control, from a higher to a lower level. This idea of falling in love is typically followed by the notion that love is blind! This is another Eurasian aphorism that has within itself a kernel of reality, because it is held as a belief and a truth! Sort of like…if you search for dirt, you will find it, even if the dirt is buried under rich and fertile soil. For it is the dirt you seek , not the rich soil that is more prevalent.

So be careful what you look for, depend on what it looks like on a good-bad scale….you may very well find it!

For us to crawl from under the jack boots of white pathology, one must at least reevaluate our views on love. Love between siblings, love between neighbors, love within the ethnic group, love between the gender and love for self. In the case of interpersonal love. The “love” which exists between a man and a woman, should never be hap-hazardous as to be blind or imbalanced. This “love” should be based on two things of intrinsic value. That is trust in yourself and the other person and in the process. We often hit or miss, with the trust in ourselves and the other, but fail to extend it to the process. The process is slow and often invisible. Because the process is time-consuming and requires patience and faith. Faith is not logical, faith is emotion driven, but under white pathology, faith is used ONLY in an organized reLIEgious context and not in an individual relationship context.

Consider the fact that when you sign up to go to a post educational institution, you have to trust your desires and ability to make it at least through the first semester or year of schooling. You have to trust the government to assist you financially in this effort. You have to trust you meet the entry qualification for whatever course you apply for, and you have to trust the course and teaching that will make you better equipped, out the under end of a four-year course. Equipped and enabled and trusting that your education provides a functionality in modern society.

Like wise when you enter into a “contract”…this is really what any relationship  agreement is. It’s a verbal contractual arrangement to participate mutually in  long-term plan of self growth, self discovery, and cultural expression, which culminates in the extension of said cultural expression through the production of children. When a man and a woman enters into an agreement to be a couple, initially he or she must first have a vision…not society’s expectations or view…but their own personally derived vision of what they want that relationship to look like and be like. They must then trust that they are worthy of and be able to contribute to the relationship.   Then they must extend that trust to the partner in this relationship. Then …just as important, they must trust the process they hopefully had planned out, prior to entering into this verbal “contract” or relationship.

Trust in the individual and trust in the process cannot be mutually exclusive. If you trust the individual and not the process, you end up bailing when the going gets tough. If you trust the process and not the individual, you tend to end up hurt and abused emotionally, physically and spiritually. It is selfish to enter into a relationship without doing due diligence in vetting what you bring to the table, what the other brings to the table and what both of you can contribute to the cuisine at the table. This contribution decides how the food will turn out. As a people lacking any overstanding of our Afrikan cultural context, lacking an original Afrikan cultural world view around relationships, only having knowledge of a Eurasian world view through the reLIEgious eyes, then we will continue to have temporary “situationship”, instead of permanent relationships.

In the past I have been bold in stating that an interpersonal relationship should be treated just like a typical business relationship. Many of us will put more effort and more patience, faith and more sweat equity in to a business relationship, than we do in a personal one. This is because we integrate contingency plans in place for if and when there are difficult periods on the business horizon. For when there are financial short fall. For when there are lean times. That is if you have a strong trust in your business vision.  Most of us believe and trust in the business process and what they bring to the table. In a personal relationship we tend to lack a plan, we go in blind and off-balance and we go in already lacking any trust in each other and ourselves. Therefore when the process fails, it seems like an expected consequence of doing “business” with a untrustworthy “partner”. We go into a relationship LOOKING FOR DIRT, instead of expecting and preparing to adjust to subtle shifts in the process.

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In the past I have been bold in stating that in ancient cultures, some which still practice this in a few rural areas around the planet, a relationship starts out with liking certain qualities in another. They start out being “attracted” to her or him and certain things we find most appealing. Often I have stated that the things that attract us in the beginning of a relationship is what ends up turning us off in the middle and the end. But why is this so? Because we under look the value of growth from like to “love”. Love is a process not something you start out with. It is a destiny.  The process is the vehicle. If we overstand this then in a relationship, if you like my personality or I like your quirkiness, then as long as we believe and trust the process, you will overstand and embrace my personality and I will do the same with your quirkiness.

We end up hating what attracts us in the other because we seek to CHANGE the other instead of accepting and incorporating these things in the process. Please overstand, that if i am a notorious gang banger and killer, nothing in the world will make me change for you and nothing you do will change me. So to complain that this “killer” fails to become a kat that ends up feeding homeless people, or end up teaching youth how to be productive in society, will be based on my own journey. Not your wishes.

As long as whatever attracts me to you and you to me, something that is of positive value moving forward, then we must trust that the long-term and short-term planning involves trust that the process will iron out any wrinkles there in. And there will be wrinkles, because relationships have wrinkles, hills, values, stumbling blocks, hitches, pain and joy. Relationships will often be salvaged like the old folks say..”if its broke, we fix it, not throw it out”! A woman in a relationship hitches her happiness on the feeling of being loved. A man hitches his happiness on being respected. You can respect me without “loving” me and as a mature man, I should be good. But you can’t love me and not respect me. This is non sustainable. It is an emotional and subjective state, without any serious planning in place. If i love you I MUST respect you. If I don’t then that is also non sustainable. It is a mechanical effort without the electrical juice that colors it. Man and women see each other through the same glass. Even though the end result comes from a different color prism (clarification or distortion afforded by a particular viewpoint).

She will love me and may not respect me, because of her being influenced by the non-sustainable world view of the Eurasian conqueror. I am nourished by the need for respect. I can “respect her” and not love her, because I am influenced by a non-sustainable world view of the Eurasian. She is nourished by the feeling of being loved.

This is where trust in yourself and trust in the process becomes vital. Keep in mind that the modern black person approaches a relationship, culturally and emotionally broken and twisted by a limited and misunderstood overstanding of love in a relationship. I want to exit this post with formula I have developed over the years.

Love is a present wrapped in a box. Contained in the box are a series of goodies; friendship, laughter, intelligent conversation, respect, trust, mutual goal settings, being comfortably, sex, touching, honesty, acceptance, pain, sorrow, anger, hurt, forgiveness, growth, sincerity, being able to apologizes, and willing to put in work, when the work becomes tedious.

The box is the process you trust to hold the package together. The beautiful wrapping is the love others see from the outside, but will not see the box that holds the contents. Many see the shape of the box, but don’t know the worth or strength of the box…or even the wrapping.

We should first see the world as it is and not what we want it to be. And we must trust ourselves, the other in the relationship and most importantly, we must trust the process. In order to have a process, we must first decide what the process is, how the process should look like, how it is laid out and what is needed from each of you to make it work. Such a venture is a journey. Such a journey should never be entered into blindly or off balanced.

Shout out to all who have a plan and who work the hell out of that plan. You are the real MVP!

The Black Love campaign

 

 

 

 

The folly tricks of sport and entertainment: How far have we come?


August 3, I shared a video on my Facebook page, stating how curious i was regarding the Brazil Olympics being attended by black people, some from some of the more repressive regimes in the world. amurdikkka included. I also stated that….

“Considering all that has happened in Brazil, just this year. Do these black Olympic athletes care about what is happening to the poor, much less those poor and black? I was never a big fan of that event that tends to bankrupt poor countries, but is the pursuit of medals, glory and pride for shucking and jiving for white pathology supersede your hue-manity?”

It remains quite instructive, how the jingoism of national flag raising and national pride erupts in the hearts of the descendants and people of the neo-colonial Caribbean islands and neo-plantation amurdikkka plantation. The craziness culminated in the hair terrorism on Gabby Douglass….four years running….and the hate against Shonda Williams for falling down at the line in the 400 meters, or the question of Usain Bolt being drug addled in a race where Justin Gatlin and Tyson Gay…to name a few.

Now I only mentioned those two men, not to bash them, but to show how misplaced nationalism can cause otherwise thinking people to act as mindless automatons for European bread and circus events. Every kneegrow from a European run country, which means on the planet, will practice a form of Stockholm Syndrome flexing for their respective plantation over another plantation. After asking the question on Facebook, a brother reminded me that these kneegrows don’t care because they getting paid.

This in the third level of the three points of our enslavement and self destruction as Afrikan people. The first being reLIEgion and the second being edumacation.

  1. reLIEgion is an organized poison that taints and corrupts our souls causing the manufactured entity called the kneegrow to enter in and remain a slave to white pathology.
  2. edumacation sustain that slave mentality, because we enter into financial agreements with federal loan sharks to become indebted to them, for them teaching us how to be a better working slave
  3. getting paid is the end products of our intellectual, spiritual and physical prostitution to white pathology, where we celebrate whoring for the system, instead of working for our economical, social and political freedom and separation.

Every Olympic games, the “wickedly wise” operators of white pathology, reminds us “how far we have come” from the turbulence of the 1960’s and the iconic image of Tommie Smith and John Carlos raising their fists after wining medals at the 1968 Olympics. The narrative was that they were protesting for “equality and civil rights”.

Unknown or barely reported was also how the men’s 4×400 metres relay team winners from the United States, also celebrate their victory during the 1968 Summer Olympic Games in Mexico City,similarly to Carlos and Smith, sans the black gloves.

The modern amurdikkklan athletes are afraid to lose endorsements for making international protest like these men. In fact men like these are a dying if not dead breed, where dignity triumphs over dollars. This is why Muhammad Ali was called the greatest by others than himself. Not because of his boxing acumen, but because he stepped off the sporting stage for a principled stance.  The modern north amurdikkklan and Caribbean athletes have houses, the are paying mortgage for, on lands they are paying the “king” for (real estate property tax), a job they slave at to give away half their sweat equity back to a terrorist entity in the form of federal taxes and entertainment of a wide variety.

This is the equality and civil rights that the modern western athletes primerely from the Caribbean and amurdikkka embrace and worship. So when athletes like Feyisa Lilesa, Olympic marathon silver medalist, decided to protest, not direct white pathology and neo colonialism, but indirect white pathology in the form of fratricidal genocidal attacks on the original black people of Ethiopia, the concerns about whether Gabby Douglass hair, Alison Felix’s excellence or Usain Bolts legendary status is more compelling, pales in comparison to what is still happening to Afrikan people in Brazil, in Europe and in Afrika.

 Lilesa’s simple act of making an “X” with his arms after winning an Olympic medal was a watershed moment for so many of the Oromo people of Ethiopia. Whether at home or abroad.

This young brother is currently still in Brazil, fearing to go back to Ethiopia, where he or his family may be killed, by a government of bent on eliminating the original people through “urban expansion” and other stringent actions. These are the same sect that many uninformed foreigners claim are the representation of Ethiopian people. This is all we overstand because the tribe that brought forth Haile Selassie, are the ones currently promoting themselves as the original people.

The Amhara ethnic people are the dominant group, briefly interrupted by the Derge ethnic group, during the socialist reign of Haile Mengistu Mariam. However the Oromo are an ancient sect and has been fighting government terrorism for a very long time.

representative of the Amhara ethnic group

representative of the Oromo ethnic group

The current government in Ethiopia, like any others in Afrika, except for Maybe….maybe the Mugabe government in Zimbabwe, all have European and amurdikkklan hands in their pockets and natural resources. The white man…and that’s who it is…the white man supports, arm and instigate ethnic unrest in order to put in place favorable governments that will cow tow to their national interests. All those places have resources the white man needs, without witch Eurasia would go back to the dark ages. Many of those places have oil, diamonds, coltan and uranium. Alcoa needs tin and bauxite and copper. Halliburton and many similar country corporations strongly desire to get in there to enrich themselves. In fact many private jails are trying to get into Afrika and the Caribbean to run those country’s jails.

Sports and entertainment are a path that some countries, like Lebanon and Palestine sought to enter, but really to highlight the oppression they experience under the terrorists in Is-It-Real! You even have a contingent of displaced athletes calling themselves refugees, going to Rio to highlights the plight of refugees like themselves from places on the planet oppressed under white pathology.

Unfortunately efforts like those at the 1968 Olympics and of the refugee athletes, are sadly already forgotten, because we don’t control the media or a media of our own. Nor do we have a strategic long term plan to over throw white pathology. Thus international athletes will conveniently forget or ignore the over all plight of Afrikan people, whether in Brazil, the Kongo, South Sudan, Kenya, Is-It-Real, Libya or any urban area in amurdikkka. For the love of money and fame, the kneegrow grows rich, famous and fat off the largess of colonialism and white violence, as long as they are assured by their Khazar agents that they are “different” than those “others”.

Don’t worry though, the killings, beatings, maiming and media terrorism will continue, only interrupted by the NCAA college bowls, the final four, the NFL play offs and the NBA playoffs. The violence and terrorism against Afrikan people will continue until the world cup, the commonwealth games and which ever boxing or UFC matches are on tel-lie-vision. The quaintness of the 1968 so called “black power” fist up, will just be that. A quaint symbol of a by gone times. How far we have come indeed!

How much more can we take? How much are we willing to give up?