hetep,sometimes i wonder how much more can the black collective take off the fascist system of the united snakes of amerikkka, asking myself time and time again: when is enough enough before we are driven to clash with the state in a revolutionary manner? of course, there is no such thing as a bloodless revolution, as i echo what was said by malcolm x over forty years ago. only if there was, the black collective would have life so much better. but, as an old saying goes: if if was a fifth, we'd all be drunk. there are so many of us, who want to project ourselves onto the collective black masses of the united snakes of amerikkka, as so-called black leaders, and have gotten us nowhere, in terms of the lot of us. all they have done is create for themselves a so-called black middle class, while the rest of us continue to wallow in a cycle of systemic death, disease and destruction.and what are the solutions? well, we'd rather switch than fight. we'd rather the ballot than the bullet, in some cases, the lesser or two evils. we'd rather a picket sign than a malcolm x cocktail. we'd rather wait on someone to come riding on a cloud from the bowels of a heaven that none of us can pinpoint geographically. others of us are waiting on a spaceship to do the trick. some of us want to come off as progressive. some of us want to be liberal, as though that, somehow, will get the job done. we even stomp for reform, which will lessen the blow of oppression, which recalls the saying that something is better than nothing. we can conjure up kinds of methods, ways and actions to fight oppresion, put it on anything but revolution!uhuru!
"Really? I don't know if saying this again will do any good. But, in order to keep things on course and avoid your attempts to confuse the issues..."
negro please! you can keep repeating that elitist ass shit all you want to, but don't bring that shit in my neck of the woods. and the issue is just what the topic says, anything but a revolution, which the negro leadeshit has avoided because they're agents of wighty. so, you can keep philosophizing all you want.
"I will say it once again: that none of you "black nationalists" are in my "choir".
and i will simply say phuck your choir. you can keep it! and black nationalism is what it is. i'd rather that than negro capitalism.
"For one thing, I do not preach going onto the streets without prescience."
no one said anything about preaching. i leave that shit up to the black jim jones of amerikkka. and the streets is what it is. the niggas on the streets act out what has been the problem all along: white terrorism. and all you can do is steer clear of the streets because you're probably afraid of going into the lion's den to retrieve our people from systemic genocide.
"It makes no sense to go onto the streets if you have nothing to say, and you have nothing to say."
try telling that shit to the brothas that i've raised from the dead. and they'll clown yo ass! so, hands off the streets!
I am not opposed to organizing lower-class Africans on the streets. But, I beleive firmly that it must be something positive and constructive that will benefit the people, including those on the streets, and not some "great leader" who will do nothing but take advantage and misuse poor people for their own personal benefit.
well, you can call it what you want, but where i'm from my track record speaks for itself. therefore, what you express about personal gain it weightless. and i'd go further in dismantling the rest of your ridiculous and self-contradicting commentary but it ain't worth it.
Really? I don't know if saying this again will do any good. But, in order to keep things on course and avoid your attempts to confuse the issues, I will say it once again: that none of you "black nationalists" are in my "choir". For one thing, I do not preach going onto the streets without prescience. It makes no sense to go onto the streets if you have nothing to say, and you have nothing to say.
I am not opposed to organizing lower-class Africans on the streets. But, I beleive firmly that it must be something positive and constructive that will benefit the people, including those on the streets, and not some "great leader" who will do nothing but take advantage and misuse poor people for their own personal benefit.
The people on the streets need jobs and something positive and constructive to do. Otherwise, they need to be locked up. I do not play that game. If they have nothing to offer, they have no right to expect anything from honest and hardworking people.
This is where I am at: my energy is devoted to helping, protecting, defending and organizing those who work and live by the sweat of their own brows. Anyone who must cheap and steal and "hustle" is not be tolerated. Scum such as you is not to be tolerated. The biggest weakness among Africans is their toleration of the low-life scum on the street. In no other community can you see bums standing around begging and drinking wine then in the African community. My energy is directed towards getting honest hardworking Africans to put an end to this foolishness. I am not adverse to advocating locking up the scum off the streets. Furhermore, so-celled educated idiots who advocate street life, such as you, need a good and stiff kick in the butt.
haaaaaaaa! dude it's rather arrogant of you, as usual, to say what i have and haven't done, in terms of afrikan studies. negro, i am well endowed when it comes to afrika. but i don't need to prove anything to you. you are so caught up into ego that it's beyond ridiculous. ego-tripping negroes such as yourself are the real reason why afrikan leadership has been jettison from the afrikan community. negroes like you wanna claim all kindza of shit after attempting to project oneself as an authority figure. you the type that will most likely theorize about the malcolm x cocktail but won't be the first one doing throwing let alone the lighting.
again, tell me when was the last time, if never before, have you gone on the street corners to politicize the outkasts? better yet, tell me are you doing something that makes the enemy wanna come after you? you're so busy in trying to antagonize every commentary that your own commentaries need to be straightened out. i don't have to display my knowledge of afrika in order to be accepted by your commentaries. your ass ain't saying nothing new. and you're preaching to the choir as the sistar qwueen already told you.
Well, as duistasteful as this is for me, I have to agree with Mr Nat Turner on the matter of theory without practice. It is by doing something that we justfiy theory and go back to the drawing board to correct theory when necessary. The two go hand in hand: we must have theory and practice to make revolution. The problem is recent years is that theory has been deeply faulty. Most of it is based on lies, myths, fancy, ect. This is why practical progress has been so slow.
This is why I insist that study, especaially a study of African History, must be an essential part of any revolutionary process. Mr. Nat Turner talks a good rebellion. But, his ideas and theories are just wrong headed. This is because he has never done any serious study of Africa and Africans. I once again urge him to sit down and do some serious thinking with a history book in front of him.
Africa is a huge land with much and vast cultural diversity. There are 3000 languages in Africa. Plus, our people have been scattered all over the world. Nobody can hope to solve the problem of revolution in such an environemnt without engaging in some serious intelellectual exertions. Revolution is not the work of lazy people. Nkrumah spent many years studying and developing the science of revolution before he was able to put into practice. He cut a new course for African development. Anyone who has not syudied Nkrumah's works is simply not serious about revolution. They are kidding themselves and trying to kid the rest of us.
"Obama certainly has been briefed, and you notice his demeanor has changed quite a bit since January—he’s become more circumspect about the awful power he has stumbled into stewardship over."
so, i'm supposed to believe that obama had no idea of the existence of this awful power, when he was running around amuck with that change-we-can-believe-in hype shit to get into the oval office. i'm supposed to believe that obama was so smart that he was too dumb to realize what he was getting himself into the minute he started accepting money from the international bankers.
and, for what it's worth, i guess his wife stumbled upon this awful power too, when she became one of the members of the board of directors of the world affairs council aka council on foreign relations, the amerikkkan branch of the royal institute of international affairs. i guess she has no idea of who the rockefellers are too, since they're the awful power that runs the council on foreign relations for the british crown.
well, you can let that nigga off the hook if you want to, but i'm not. tell me, what does the deutsche bank have to do with the people of amerikkka voting for obama? there ain't but one answer. and knows the answer to the question, as well as niggas like jesse jackass, who plants himself in front of the camera on the night of the so-called victory, to give the masonic code of silence sign to his comrades-in-subversion against the unsuspecting black masses. truth to power!
Here I refer you to the words, like stones dropping from the ether of truth, of our brother Ulysses:
“Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.”
it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. or does it? what he's stating ain't new. just like what i've been stating ain't new, as i said before. the problem is that we are stuck in the philosophizing stage. we don't wanna go into that water, as the brothas in new orleans say. we're as brilliant as any other ethnic group on the planet, but seem to get stuck on stupid when it comes to overthrowing white man. i ain't no fan of marx, but he was right when he spoke of all theory and no praxis. black panther party field marshall george jackson pointed out that patience has its limits. take it too far and its cowardice. he also stated that the victory comes when you change the criminal mentality to the revolutionary mentality. what do you supposed got chairman fred hampton sr. assassinated? what was the real reason why malcolm was eliminated?
we give the white man too much credit. we see him as invincible, beginning in childhood, with the psychology of the superman image. we wanna complain. call him a devil and all kinds of shit we can think of, but have no heart to get him off our backs, because he has punked so-called black leadershit. so, i say to hell with them niggas.
perhaps, you can elaborate on cheyenne mountain. okay? it sounds like the same ole shit the enemy state been pulling, a clandestine operation in the case of.....
but anyway, you stated:
"Some of us WILL be called upon to do battle, Brother—no need to rush that hour, for it will come, in its time, and it will, when it happens, be POSSIBLE, and not the whacky rantings of agents provocateurs and silly men."
are you one of those brothas? rush? you gotta be kidding me. we been in this shithole for almost five hundred years and you speak about rushing? there are three types of people in amerikkka: those who don't know what's happening, those let things happen and those who make things happen.
well, i'm aware of the agent thing too. but, i'm the real deal. those of us who are in the know know what should happen to our enemies within.
i've ran the gamut on malcolm and the others. i have read all types of literature. i can challenge any professional scholar in such subjects as philosophy, theology, physiology, political science, history and so forth. but, if all that ain't gonna free me, then what good is it, beside being called deep by those who would be awe-struck at the depth of my knowledge? sure, knowledge is power, but knowledge ain't shit without practice to unseat those in power.
so, there isn't anything that i've said that is new. there have been those long before me who have put it on all the table, beginning with the haitian revolution. the problem is (and i'll keep saying it over and over again) is a bunch niggas, who want to be black, but pledge alligence to the flag and have been leading us to nowhere. they wouldn't have been able to get away with that shit in mau mau land. that's all for now!
Are you AWARE of what's inside Cheyenne Mountain (because by now, Obama certainly has been briefed, and you notice his demeanor has changed quite a bit since January—he’s become more circumspect about the awful power he has stumbled into stewardship over. Do you know, Mickel, what lies within and beneath Cheyenne Mountain)?
I am deeply moved and inspired by everything Malcolm was and everything he stood and fought for; what he sacrificed in our names. He was, as Ossie Davis said, ‘Our manhood, our living, black manhood!” Ossie’s eulogy was in part:
“Malcolm had stopped being a Negro years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American, and he wanted—so desperately—that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans, too.”
In other words Malcolm was diasporic by the time he died. He was a Child of the Diaspora. He had been to Afrika and had met with heads of state there and had traced his religious belief back to its roots, to its origins: he had become a true Muslim, a follower of The Prophet (Peace be upon him) and a Child of Allah (the merciful, the most beneficent). He understood the obligation of every one of us who are men, Afrikan MEN who live in The Scattering: to create life, to nurture it and to stand our watch over this Western kulchur until we are relieved by the children we have created.
Malcolm came to know the meaning of what Frank Herbert called ‘The Scattering’; for us, that would be the Diaspora, which is the footprint of our slave master’s theft and exploitation of us—the places where we landed and where we now live our lives, our cultures, speaking what are now our languages, awaiting the time to come when our courage and wisdom, and most importantly our love and compassion (here is where I urge you to pay strict attention to what Ulysses (my brother Odysseus) has said to you in his own comments) will be called upon. Yes. Some of us WILL be called upon to do battle, Brother—no need to rush that hour, for it will come, in its time, and it will, when it happens, be POSSIBLE, and not the whacky rantings of agents provocateurs and silly men. Malcolm knew that when the master reaches his hour of reckoning, and must finally face himself and take the weight of his crimes, that hour will be the hour of liberation, not just for us, but for the world, and yes, Black men will have a role to play when that hour comes, not just in battle, but also in raising up the women into the power and freedom they deserve and have been deprived of by misogyny, in teaching the children to understand the new day, and in loving the white people, those we know whom are just and loving themselves, who will walk dazed and blind from the wreckage not knowing what comes next. We Black men will have to keep the record of the past, which will begin to slip from the survivors’ minds in their trauma and their mourning. In other words, how do you DEFINE ‘revolution’ Brother? And if you have a dead, twisted, simple minded, or egocentric definition, then isn’t it so that anything you DO will be ‘anything BUT revolution’?
Here I refer you to the words, like stones dropping from the ether of truth, of our brother Ulysses:
“Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.”
Ulysses words to you are why I urge you to consider three things:
1. Malcolm and Frederick Douglass are not now, in 2009, to be taken LITERALLY. They were subjects and agents of a PLACE and a TIME when not armed revolution, but armed SELF DEFENSE was indeed possible, was necessary, and in fact was consensus (remember consensus? Consensus is the thing needed to forge a crowd, a gang, or a mafia into a community or a nation—it makes of leaders servants to the people by whose will the leaders gain legitimacy, and it is the antithesis to authoritarianism which seeks to control not lead).
Fred Douglass during the post Bellum period of Reconstruction, nor not even during Post Reconstruction never urged Blacks to seriously take up force of arms against the United States government. Hell, even crazy ass John Brown did not intend to lead columns into DC to incite street battles; he meant instead to provoke two powerful power blocks, the North and the Confederacy, to take to the battlefield to finally force, once and for all, the issue of slavery.
Douglass' famous quote about the need to struggle is about ALL forms of struggle, (civil and human rights, women’s rights—don’t forget he was a dyed in the wool feminist--, native rights, the protection of the planet, human dignity, etc.) not just guns and swords and surface-to-air missiles and bullets.
2. If Malcolm were alive today, I believe he would say:
"Me? Who do you think you are emulating by emulating me?” Malcolm did not advocate revolution within the United States, by cover fire, suppressing fire, sweeping fire, tank deployment, mustering up of platoons, punctuated engagement, strafing bombardment, heavy artillery, and air support. Are these possibilities for Black people? Here? NOW? Malcolm would say, “Stop saying that crazy shite in my name!"
See, Malcolm was a realist, a pragmatist, and most of all, a brilliant tactician. He didn't always say everything he said with a straight face--he often said things with a sly grin--check the pictures. He urged armed self defense against vigilantism, not mobilizing Black men into regiments or even into simple guerilla cells (read Che Guevara’s book “Guerilla Warfare” and learn a few things about the real nature of the thing you keep talking, talking, talking about) to take to the Hollywood Hills, to the Appalachian Mountains, and to the Smokies to fight a protracted ground war against American rapid attack troops!
That cannot work!
Why, the invention of the neutron bomb alone has precluded Latin American style guerilla urban warfare within the confines of the United States. Such a war would last perhaps twenty minutes and would result in millions of casualties on OUR side, I am convinced. Neutron weapons, which can eliminate all organic life within a blast zone while preserving infrastructure, material, and armaments, even uniforms, by some accounts, would be deployed by the government as fast as you can say ‘Andre Sakharov’.
In a situation like we now live in it’s time to stop woofin' and talking out of our heads about revolution by the gun and to pay heed to Gandhi (the force of numbers, not of arms), to the REAL Malcolm (and not just the fig newton of our imagination that we like to THINK was Malcolm) and to Ingrid Betancourt, and Hanan Ashwari, and Benazir Bhutto and to so many others who can and do know how to fight tactically against the oppression and dehumanization of White supremacy. Or, how about just reading Sun Tzu's "Art of War" and learning how to use cover, mobility, silence, contra response, wits, and one's BRAIN to hold out against and await THE INEVITABLE DOWNFALL of a greater, stronger, but far stupider enemy?
Spartacus only sought to attack Rome when he found that his means of escape from Italy was precluded. His march on Rome was a desperation tactic--a ploy, not a strategic preference on his part. Nat Turner, though he was presumably blinded by religious fervor and a hopeless plan to kill all the slave owners so there would be no one left to own slaves, did at least in reality have a more viable goal than that: he and his followers hoped to not just 'kill all the white people' but to ultimately seize the county armory, arm large numbers of slaves, and then mobilize to march on the Virginia state capital. Hopeless, but at least it was more strategic than simply 'killing in the red haze of holy inspiration' as one historian puts it. Who knows? If Nat had made it to the capital with enough numbers he might have held out against state and federal troops long enough to dictate some terms of surrender that could ease or even eliminate the more egregious aspects of chattel servitude. Indenture rather than chattel ownership was one possibility, and in fact there were whites in Virginia who favored eliminating chattel trade in favor of the older, more human forms of indenture, something often imposed historically upon whites as well as blacks, and that usually involved a means of winning or buying back one's freedom eventually. Anyway, those are some more SANE ways of looking at Nat Turner's revolt and its ramifications.
3. Finally, just a little reality check: Are you AWARE of what's inside Cheyenne Mountain??
I'll blog about this tomorrow. It's a persistent issue for Black people, after all, and I think I have a few more things to say about this, from my own humble academic's perspective.
I have to because It is my responsibility to exercise my rights otherwise they with atrophy and die.
I'm up to my knee caps in hate, blood lust and carnage.
And some of it is of my own doing.
All the cyber posturing and writing akimbo about stepping up to fight the people who have their foot on all of our cowardly little necks. All the useless fast food nutritional facts about raising up in arms to destroy the corrupt system that destroys us.
I never said I was against fighting for my freedom or the freedom of others.
I asked you for a plan!
I asked you what will you do when it's over
I asked you how do we replace that which will be lost
And all you've given is the brainwashed repetitious rantings of someone that's being told that this is what must happen. That it is inevitable. That something has been stolen from you that you will not realize until to recover it.
I said, unlike every other people on the planet that call themselves a nation, your "niggaz of the united snakes of Amerikkka", don't feed, house, clothe, transport, discipline or educate their own people. I don't know where you live or where you come from, but where I've lived and where I come from. niggaz are pretty good at armed conflict and taking what they believe is rightfully theirs.
I said, every person has the divine right to express what they believe freedom to be, and I did so, for my self.
You are free to wish and wage war, revolution, emancipation, independence from whatever you will
But let me break this down for you to base simple core elements
If you in any way, intentionally employ any source or resource that directly or indirectly supports or contributes to the state of your being subject to a control you don't want, even if that intent is to spread the message of your desire. You're working against yourself and supporting your enemy!
There are no to ways about it.
There is no argument
Unless you, dredged the sands for silicon to make the processors and mined the ore to build the circuits, unless you drilled the oil that makes the plastic that powers the engines that dig the coal the spins the turbines that turn the generators that supply the voltage, wattage and amperage in exact measured units, so that every time you click click click on your Asian or South American or Sub Saharan African assembled communication appliance. You may as well be some little white man placing the barrel of his Kalashnikov or A1 in the birth canal of any of a billion women in a hundred lands, crying out in one of a hundred thousand indecipherable languages and exponentially multiplied dialects, colloquials, gender, battle, merchant, caste, province, parish, region, ethnic, denominational, educational, corporate, inflection, slang, vernacular or codes.
Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.
If you didn't make the hammer to make tools to make your clothes you wear, cobble your own shoes yourself from animal hair and hides and gathered fibers of plants, that you found freely growing and domesticate your own grains and slaughter your own live stock, render your own fats to make your own soaps, cooking and lamp oils.
See unless you build your weapons, the ammunitions for them and master their use you're forever and always a customer, you'll never be a patron or a partner, you'll never be equal, you'll never be free.
Because you'll never be able to say, "We don't need what you provide for us".
Because you can not force them to give you what they provide for you
and they can get what they get from you anywhere on the planet
What do you tell a prostitute with two black eyes?
Nothing! you've already warned them twice!
You can demand fair treatment all you want and you can go fight until there are no more people on the planet left but one thing is for certain.
When you run out of bullets from killing your neighbors, family, friends and contemporaries. The people you should really be trying to take out will be conveniently location in some clandestine scuzzy little dump, with a small army of their own, waiting for fools to come buy some more, bigger, better ones.
Tell you what, I have weapons, the first one is between my ears and behind my ears and in front of my every action. The next is this aging body I'm working with. the rest of them, I use in striving to secure food while practicing for the day some knucklehead decides that someone I love has something they want.
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"Really? I don't know if saying this again will do any good. But, in order to keep things on course and avoid your attempts to confuse the issues..."
negro please! you can keep repeating that elitist ass shit all you want to, but don't bring that shit in my neck of the woods. and the issue is just what the topic says, anything but a revolution, which the negro leadeshit has avoided because they're agents of wighty. so, you can keep philosophizing all you want.
"I will say it once again: that none of you "black nationalists" are in my "choir".
and i will simply say phuck your choir. you can keep it! and black nationalism is what it is. i'd rather that than negro capitalism.
"For one thing, I do not preach going onto the streets without prescience."
no one said anything about preaching. i leave that shit up to the black jim jones of amerikkka. and the streets is what it is. the niggas on the streets act out what has been the problem all along: white terrorism. and all you can do is steer clear of the streets because you're probably afraid of going into the lion's den to retrieve our people from systemic genocide.
"It makes no sense to go onto the streets if you have nothing to say, and you have nothing to say."
try telling that shit to the brothas that i've raised from the dead. and they'll clown yo ass! so, hands off the streets!
I am not opposed to organizing lower-class Africans on the streets. But, I beleive firmly that it must be something positive and constructive that will benefit the people, including those on the streets, and not some "great leader" who will do nothing but take advantage and misuse poor people for their own personal benefit.
well, you can call it what you want, but where i'm from my track record speaks for itself. therefore, what you express about personal gain it weightless. and i'd go further in dismantling the rest of your ridiculous and self-contradicting commentary but it ain't worth it.
uhuru!
I am not opposed to organizing lower-class Africans on the streets. But, I beleive firmly that it must be something positive and constructive that will benefit the people, including those on the streets, and not some "great leader" who will do nothing but take advantage and misuse poor people for their own personal benefit.
The people on the streets need jobs and something positive and constructive to do. Otherwise, they need to be locked up. I do not play that game. If they have nothing to offer, they have no right to expect anything from honest and hardworking people.
This is where I am at: my energy is devoted to helping, protecting, defending and organizing those who work and live by the sweat of their own brows. Anyone who must cheap and steal and "hustle" is not be tolerated. Scum such as you is not to be tolerated. The biggest weakness among Africans is their toleration of the low-life scum on the street. In no other community can you see bums standing around begging and drinking wine then in the African community. My energy is directed towards getting honest hardworking Africans to put an end to this foolishness. I am not adverse to advocating locking up the scum off the streets. Furhermore, so-celled educated idiots who advocate street life, such as you, need a good and stiff kick in the butt.
haaaaaaaa! dude it's rather arrogant of you, as usual, to say what i have and haven't done, in terms of afrikan studies. negro, i am well endowed when it comes to afrika. but i don't need to prove anything to you. you are so caught up into ego that it's beyond ridiculous. ego-tripping negroes such as yourself are the real reason why afrikan leadership has been jettison from the afrikan community. negroes like you wanna claim all kindza of shit after attempting to project oneself as an authority figure. you the type that will most likely theorize about the malcolm x cocktail but won't be the first one doing throwing let alone the lighting.
again, tell me when was the last time, if never before, have you gone on the street corners to politicize the outkasts? better yet, tell me are you doing something that makes the enemy wanna come after you? you're so busy in trying to antagonize every commentary that your own commentaries need to be straightened out. i don't have to display my knowledge of afrika in order to be accepted by your commentaries. your ass ain't saying nothing new. and you're preaching to the choir as the sistar qwueen already told you.
uhuru!
This is why I insist that study, especaially a study of African History, must be an essential part of any revolutionary process. Mr. Nat Turner talks a good rebellion. But, his ideas and theories are just wrong headed. This is because he has never done any serious study of Africa and Africans. I once again urge him to sit down and do some serious thinking with a history book in front of him.
Africa is a huge land with much and vast cultural diversity. There are 3000 languages in Africa. Plus, our people have been scattered all over the world. Nobody can hope to solve the problem of revolution in such an environemnt without engaging in some serious intelellectual exertions. Revolution is not the work of lazy people. Nkrumah spent many years studying and developing the science of revolution before he was able to put into practice. He cut a new course for African development. Anyone who has not syudied Nkrumah's works is simply not serious about revolution. They are kidding themselves and trying to kid the rest of us.
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You can wiki the rough details
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"Obama certainly has been briefed, and you notice his demeanor has changed quite a bit since January—he’s become more circumspect about the awful power he has stumbled into stewardship over."
so, i'm supposed to believe that obama had no idea of the existence of this awful power, when he was running around amuck with that change-we-can-believe-in hype shit to get into the oval office. i'm supposed to believe that obama was so smart that he was too dumb to realize what he was getting himself into the minute he started accepting money from the international bankers.
and, for what it's worth, i guess his wife stumbled upon this awful power too, when she became one of the members of the board of directors of the world affairs council aka council on foreign relations, the amerikkkan branch of the royal institute of international affairs. i guess she has no idea of who the rockefellers are too, since they're the awful power that runs the council on foreign relations for the british crown.
well, you can let that nigga off the hook if you want to, but i'm not. tell me, what does the deutsche bank have to do with the people of amerikkka voting for obama? there ain't but one answer. and knows the answer to the question, as well as niggas like jesse jackass, who plants himself in front of the camera on the night of the so-called victory, to give the masonic code of silence sign to his comrades-in-subversion against the unsuspecting black masses. truth to power!
uhuru!
Here I refer you to the words, like stones dropping from the ether of truth, of our brother Ulysses:
“Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.”
it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. or does it? what he's stating ain't new. just like what i've been stating ain't new, as i said before. the problem is that we are stuck in the philosophizing stage. we don't wanna go into that water, as the brothas in new orleans say. we're as brilliant as any other ethnic group on the planet, but seem to get stuck on stupid when it comes to overthrowing white man. i ain't no fan of marx, but he was right when he spoke of all theory and no praxis. black panther party field marshall george jackson pointed out that patience has its limits. take it too far and its cowardice. he also stated that the victory comes when you change the criminal mentality to the revolutionary mentality. what do you supposed got chairman fred hampton sr. assassinated? what was the real reason why malcolm was eliminated?
we give the white man too much credit. we see him as invincible, beginning in childhood, with the psychology of the superman image. we wanna complain. call him a devil and all kinds of shit we can think of, but have no heart to get him off our backs, because he has punked so-called black leadershit. so, i say to hell with them niggas.
uhuru!
perhaps, you can elaborate on cheyenne mountain. okay? it sounds like the same ole shit the enemy state been pulling, a clandestine operation in the case of.....
but anyway, you stated:
"Some of us WILL be called upon to do battle, Brother—no need to rush that hour, for it will come, in its time, and it will, when it happens, be POSSIBLE, and not the whacky rantings of agents provocateurs and silly men."
are you one of those brothas? rush? you gotta be kidding me. we been in this shithole for almost five hundred years and you speak about rushing? there are three types of people in amerikkka: those who don't know what's happening, those let things happen and those who make things happen.
well, i'm aware of the agent thing too. but, i'm the real deal. those of us who are in the know know what should happen to our enemies within.
i've ran the gamut on malcolm and the others. i have read all types of literature. i can challenge any professional scholar in such subjects as philosophy, theology, physiology, political science, history and so forth. but, if all that ain't gonna free me, then what good is it, beside being called deep by those who would be awe-struck at the depth of my knowledge? sure, knowledge is power, but knowledge ain't shit without practice to unseat those in power.
so, there isn't anything that i've said that is new. there have been those long before me who have put it on all the table, beginning with the haitian revolution. the problem is (and i'll keep saying it over and over again) is a bunch niggas, who want to be black, but pledge alligence to the flag and have been leading us to nowhere. they wouldn't have been able to get away with that shit in mau mau land. that's all for now!
uhuru!
Are you AWARE of what's inside Cheyenne Mountain (because by now, Obama certainly has been briefed, and you notice his demeanor has changed quite a bit since January—he’s become more circumspect about the awful power he has stumbled into stewardship over. Do you know, Mickel, what lies within and beneath Cheyenne Mountain)?
I am deeply moved and inspired by everything Malcolm was and everything he stood and fought for; what he sacrificed in our names. He was, as Ossie Davis said, ‘Our manhood, our living, black manhood!” Ossie’s eulogy was in part:
“Malcolm had stopped being a Negro years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American, and he wanted—so desperately—that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans, too.”
In other words Malcolm was diasporic by the time he died. He was a Child of the Diaspora. He had been to Afrika and had met with heads of state there and had traced his religious belief back to its roots, to its origins: he had become a true Muslim, a follower of The Prophet (Peace be upon him) and a Child of Allah (the merciful, the most beneficent). He understood the obligation of every one of us who are men, Afrikan MEN who live in The Scattering: to create life, to nurture it and to stand our watch over this Western kulchur until we are relieved by the children we have created.
Malcolm came to know the meaning of what Frank Herbert called ‘The Scattering’; for us, that would be the Diaspora, which is the footprint of our slave master’s theft and exploitation of us—the places where we landed and where we now live our lives, our cultures, speaking what are now our languages, awaiting the time to come when our courage and wisdom, and most importantly our love and compassion (here is where I urge you to pay strict attention to what Ulysses (my brother Odysseus) has said to you in his own comments) will be called upon. Yes. Some of us WILL be called upon to do battle, Brother—no need to rush that hour, for it will come, in its time, and it will, when it happens, be POSSIBLE, and not the whacky rantings of agents provocateurs and silly men. Malcolm knew that when the master reaches his hour of reckoning, and must finally face himself and take the weight of his crimes, that hour will be the hour of liberation, not just for us, but for the world, and yes, Black men will have a role to play when that hour comes, not just in battle, but also in raising up the women into the power and freedom they deserve and have been deprived of by misogyny, in teaching the children to understand the new day, and in loving the white people, those we know whom are just and loving themselves, who will walk dazed and blind from the wreckage not knowing what comes next. We Black men will have to keep the record of the past, which will begin to slip from the survivors’ minds in their trauma and their mourning. In other words, how do you DEFINE ‘revolution’ Brother? And if you have a dead, twisted, simple minded, or egocentric definition, then isn’t it so that anything you DO will be ‘anything BUT revolution’?
Here I refer you to the words, like stones dropping from the ether of truth, of our brother Ulysses:
“Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.”
Ulysses words to you are why I urge you to consider three things:
1. Malcolm and Frederick Douglass are not now, in 2009, to be taken LITERALLY. They were subjects and agents of a PLACE and a TIME when not armed revolution, but armed SELF DEFENSE was indeed possible, was necessary, and in fact was consensus (remember consensus? Consensus is the thing needed to forge a crowd, a gang, or a mafia into a community or a nation—it makes of leaders servants to the people by whose will the leaders gain legitimacy, and it is the antithesis to authoritarianism which seeks to control not lead).
Fred Douglass during the post Bellum period of Reconstruction, nor not even during Post Reconstruction never urged Blacks to seriously take up force of arms against the United States government. Hell, even crazy ass John Brown did not intend to lead columns into DC to incite street battles; he meant instead to provoke two powerful power blocks, the North and the Confederacy, to take to the battlefield to finally force, once and for all, the issue of slavery.
Douglass' famous quote about the need to struggle is about ALL forms of struggle, (civil and human rights, women’s rights—don’t forget he was a dyed in the wool feminist--, native rights, the protection of the planet, human dignity, etc.) not just guns and swords and surface-to-air missiles and bullets.
2. If Malcolm were alive today, I believe he would say:
"Me? Who do you think you are emulating by emulating me?” Malcolm did not advocate revolution within the United States, by cover fire, suppressing fire, sweeping fire, tank deployment, mustering up of platoons, punctuated engagement, strafing bombardment, heavy artillery, and air support. Are these possibilities for Black people? Here? NOW? Malcolm would say, “Stop saying that crazy shite in my name!"
See, Malcolm was a realist, a pragmatist, and most of all, a brilliant tactician. He didn't always say everything he said with a straight face--he often said things with a sly grin--check the pictures. He urged armed self defense against vigilantism, not mobilizing Black men into regiments or even into simple guerilla cells (read Che Guevara’s book “Guerilla Warfare” and learn a few things about the real nature of the thing you keep talking, talking, talking about) to take to the Hollywood Hills, to the Appalachian Mountains, and to the Smokies to fight a protracted ground war against American rapid attack troops!
That cannot work!
Why, the invention of the neutron bomb alone has precluded Latin American style guerilla urban warfare within the confines of the United States. Such a war would last perhaps twenty minutes and would result in millions of casualties on OUR side, I am convinced. Neutron weapons, which can eliminate all organic life within a blast zone while preserving infrastructure, material, and armaments, even uniforms, by some accounts, would be deployed by the government as fast as you can say ‘Andre Sakharov’.
In a situation like we now live in it’s time to stop woofin' and talking out of our heads about revolution by the gun and to pay heed to Gandhi (the force of numbers, not of arms), to the REAL Malcolm (and not just the fig newton of our imagination that we like to THINK was Malcolm) and to Ingrid Betancourt, and Hanan Ashwari, and Benazir Bhutto and to so many others who can and do know how to fight tactically against the oppression and dehumanization of White supremacy. Or, how about just reading Sun Tzu's "Art of War" and learning how to use cover, mobility, silence, contra response, wits, and one's BRAIN to hold out against and await THE INEVITABLE DOWNFALL of a greater, stronger, but far stupider enemy?
Spartacus only sought to attack Rome when he found that his means of escape from Italy was precluded. His march on Rome was a desperation tactic--a ploy, not a strategic preference on his part. Nat Turner, though he was presumably blinded by religious fervor and a hopeless plan to kill all the slave owners so there would be no one left to own slaves, did at least in reality have a more viable goal than that: he and his followers hoped to not just 'kill all the white people' but to ultimately seize the county armory, arm large numbers of slaves, and then mobilize to march on the Virginia state capital. Hopeless, but at least it was more strategic than simply 'killing in the red haze of holy inspiration' as one historian puts it. Who knows? If Nat had made it to the capital with enough numbers he might have held out against state and federal troops long enough to dictate some terms of surrender that could ease or even eliminate the more egregious aspects of chattel servitude. Indenture rather than chattel ownership was one possibility, and in fact there were whites in Virginia who favored eliminating chattel trade in favor of the older, more human forms of indenture, something often imposed historically upon whites as well as blacks, and that usually involved a means of winning or buying back one's freedom eventually. Anyway, those are some more SANE ways of looking at Nat Turner's revolt and its ramifications.
3. Finally, just a little reality check: Are you AWARE of what's inside Cheyenne Mountain??
I'll blog about this tomorrow. It's a persistent issue for Black people, after all, and I think I have a few more things to say about this, from my own humble academic's perspective.
Victory with Survival,
Ray
Damn
Damn!
I have to because It is my responsibility to exercise my rights otherwise they with atrophy and die.
I'm up to my knee caps in hate, blood lust and carnage.
And some of it is of my own doing.
All the cyber posturing and writing akimbo about stepping up to fight the people who have their foot on all of our cowardly little necks. All the useless fast food nutritional facts about raising up in arms to destroy the corrupt system that destroys us.
I never said I was against fighting for my freedom or the freedom of others.
I asked you for a plan!
I asked you what will you do when it's over
I asked you how do we replace that which will be lost
And all you've given is the brainwashed repetitious rantings of someone that's being told that this is what must happen. That it is inevitable. That something has been stolen from you that you will not realize until to recover it.
I said, unlike every other people on the planet that call themselves a nation, your "niggaz of the united snakes of Amerikkka", don't feed, house, clothe, transport, discipline or educate their own people. I don't know where you live or where you come from, but where I've lived and where I come from. niggaz are pretty good at armed conflict and taking what they believe is rightfully theirs.
I said, every person has the divine right to express what they believe freedom to be, and I did so, for my self.
You are free to wish and wage war, revolution, emancipation, independence from whatever you will
But let me break this down for you to base simple core elements
If you in any way, intentionally employ any source or resource that directly or indirectly supports or contributes to the state of your being subject to a control you don't want, even if that intent is to spread the message of your desire. You're working against yourself and supporting your enemy!
There are no to ways about it.
There is no argument
Unless you, dredged the sands for silicon to make the processors and mined the ore to build the circuits, unless you drilled the oil that makes the plastic that powers the engines that dig the coal the spins the turbines that turn the generators that supply the voltage, wattage and amperage in exact measured units, so that every time you click click click on your Asian or South American or Sub Saharan African assembled communication appliance. You may as well be some little white man placing the barrel of his Kalashnikov or A1 in the birth canal of any of a billion women in a hundred lands, crying out in one of a hundred thousand indecipherable languages and exponentially multiplied dialects, colloquials, gender, battle, merchant, caste, province, parish, region, ethnic, denominational, educational, corporate, inflection, slang, vernacular or codes.
Unless you, cut down the trees, smelt the steel and tend the coke and coal and smith the iron that makes the blades that mills the wood and nails that you drive into the timbers you haul on your back, unless you dig the post holes and grind the lime and gather the mud to make the concrete that moors your building. You're living off of the cheap and unfair labor of others, you're supporting slavery and genocide, apartheid and class ism. You have to accept it.
If you didn't make the hammer to make tools to make your clothes you wear, cobble your own shoes yourself from animal hair and hides and gathered fibers of plants, that you found freely growing and domesticate your own grains and slaughter your own live stock, render your own fats to make your own soaps, cooking and lamp oils.
See unless you build your weapons, the ammunitions for them and master their use you're forever and always a customer, you'll never be a patron or a partner, you'll never be equal, you'll never be free.
Because you'll never be able to say, "We don't need what you provide for us".
Because you can not force them to give you what they provide for you
and they can get what they get from you anywhere on the planet
What do you tell a prostitute with two black eyes?
Nothing! you've already warned them twice!
You can demand fair treatment all you want and you can go fight until there are no more people on the planet left but one thing is for certain.
When you run out of bullets from killing your neighbors, family, friends and contemporaries. The people you should really be trying to take out will be conveniently location in some clandestine scuzzy little dump, with a small army of their own, waiting for fools to come buy some more, bigger, better ones.
Tell you what, I have weapons, the first one is between my ears and behind my ears and in front of my every action. The next is this aging body I'm working with. the rest of them, I use in striving to secure food while practicing for the day some knucklehead decides that someone I love has something they want.
Make sense to you?