Einstein said, “Insanity is doing the same, thing over and over again while expecting a different result”. Does that mean collectively the “knee-grows” are insane?  We keep expecting a white supremacist system to advocate on our behalf, do the ‘right and moral thing’ out of the goodness of whose heart?

A Rasta elder once told me he was born into this world to die, so he has no fear of Babylon and in fact will confront the ‘beast’ at every turn. If so many of us misunderstand what personal upliftment means, then how can we understand revolution.

Knee-grow like to make up stuff they got through osmosis from the Caucasian, about freedom.  Free dom, free dumb. Throughout our sojourn here in the confiscated lands of the aboriginal people, we were edumacated on free dumb as it equates to the teaching of the fictional Jesus and the European fantasy book. We are taught…no, conditioned to intellectualize free dumb as working with in the “white Supremacy” system to achieve an end that would be beneficial to us as oppressed people, while not over turning the apple cart in the palace of the Caucasian. 

This is the insanity that Einstein alludes to. Like smoking the poison weed for 40 of your fifty years and then be dismayed that you have lung cancer…among other cell killing dis-ease. Eventually when we as African people, despite our current borders, place the proper value on freedom, we will move mountains to acquire that freedom. Whenever you hear some knee-grow saying he wants freedom, but then make excuses about what he won’t do to get it, or what he doesn’t believe in doing in order to get it, he doesn’t believe in freedom.

 A man who believes in freedom will do anything under the sun to acquire…or preserve his freedom.”


El Hajj Malik Hal Shabazz


 Gang bangers, hoodlums and cats who make up shit about getting their piece of the pie and “taking from the white man”, all talk about freedom, but are not willing to do the righteous thing, so they end up talking ‘bout free dumb.

 The psychological effects of “white Supremacy”, and its physical implementations, reminders and coercions serve to condition African people, not only but specifically NOT to rise above their inferior station and attempt to recover their right full place in the pantheon of high cultures.  We are a sad and broken people and our physical and psychological beat down is the root cause of our inability to be more than Afro-peons, “black skins” under “white masks”.  The resulting in congruency makes people depressed and sad. Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. Sometimes they get angry, and while anger sometimes is good enough to bring about a change.  We often strike out internally, due to our collective fear of the oppressors retaliations.

 We may develop a host of kindergarten approach to correcting our condition, eventually settling again on the individual instead of the group collective. The drug dealer and pimp, car jackers and purse snatchers are different in methods, but not in ideology from the grant whores, corporate sluts and organization bitches, who would promise African people free dumb from “White Supremacy”, by working with in it.

 Since to overcome that system we must over stand it, our problems then become numerous:

 (a) We don’t have a definitive plan of action that would turn anger into a positive force.
(b) We don’t approach our goals using a cultural dynamic based on the examples of out fore parents.(c) We don’t see the world through an African centric view, but on views (spiritual, political and social) that are entrenched in European/Caucasian morality and values.

 Knee grows, tend to act so fucked up that we have moved from the point where we would laugh at the fucked up shit Caucasians would do, to doing just as much or more fucked up things than those we use to laugh at.

 In the year AD 2008 in the Greco Roman Calendar (6246 in the Kaladar of Kimit) we don’t have chains around our feet, but we have it around our spirits. Our spirits are shrivelled; consequently we are not free, bound in the captivity of fear.  Fear of real and unknown pains.  The human always gravitates away from pain to an area of less pain, it certainly is not comfort. How comfortable can you be, under the condition you are right now? The spirit needs to be instructed on how to exist both with feet firmly planted on the ground while floating amongst the stars.

 This means that we cannot live exclusively in the spirit world, because we have a earth body, nor can wee live exclusively in the earth body and ignore the spirits need to grow. We have to take care of the earth body while striving to elevate the spirit. Both can be done utilizing a perspective that STARTS with viewing the world first through and African pair of eyes. There we will then construct the blue print to freedom, using revolutionary means.

 “I for one believe that if you give people a thorough understanding of what confronts them and the basic causes that produce it, they’ll create their own program, and when the people create a program, you get action.”


 El Hajj Malik Hal Shabazz


As the last poets said revolution is nothing but change. Some of the more dynamic and terrible revolutionary actions are not in the burning and shooting and killing. Some of the more challenging revolutionary acts are in becoming Africans, instead of Afro-peons. Then when we become Africans, become Africans of a righteous means.

 When we become Africans again, we will become embolden by the words of Claude Mckay:

We do come into this world to die, but not like dogs.
IF we must die, it shouldn’t be like hogs,
hunted and penned in an inglorious spot
by rabid gestapos in black boots and blue steel.
Surrounded by the barking like mad and hungry
talking heads calling for our heads, our necks and our balls,

IF we must die, we should make sure,
as the mock at our deprivation and oppressions
it should be for a noble cause,
so that our precious blood is shed In vain;
then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honour us though dead!
Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe;
Though far outnumbered, let us still be brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we’ll face the murderous, cowardly pack
Pressed to the wall, dying, but-fighting back

IF we must die-let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs
Making their mock at our accursed lot
If we must die-oh, let us nobly die

To hold a thing precious, we must be prepared to die for it, even to kill for it! But it must be something that serves the common good of the African world. Everything else will fall into place.

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