Parable of a Nigguh
Don’t act like you don’t know what a nigguh is, don’t go there because you know very well what a nigguh is because more
than likely you are the very essence of a nigguh, especially you nigguhs
who say don’t say nigguh, many of you have been the most niggardly in
your behavior. Some of you who are now so holy have a history of killing
nigguhs, robbing and raping nigguhs, doing the most horrible things to
nigguhs, but now that you see the light you want to play holy joe and
demand people not say nigguh. Well, nigguh, go say that to the people
you robbed, murdered, raped, sold drugs to, pimped til their drawers
fell off. Tell those people don’t call you a nigguh and see what they
say. When we asked nigguhs to hug a thug, they
said, “I’m not hugging no thug, I’ll slug a thug!”
As Dr. Cornel West told the NAACP, how you gonna have a funeral to bury the word
nigguh yet you still act like nigguhs. More recently, your behavior was
very niggardly in regard to selling out to Wells Fargo after you sued
them for robbing nigguhs with their sub-prime loan scam, but for a few
dollars you allow them to sponsor your national association of nigguhs
Don’t say nothing to a nigguh because they take it the wrong way every time, without fail. Anything you say to a nigguh is taken the wrong way, misunderstood, misconstrued,
misinterpreted, misdiagnosed. Nigguhs have their own interpretation and definition of the English language, yes, it’s called
Nigguh English. And half the words nigguhs use they don’t understand
themselves, they just, in the words of ancestor James Brown, talking
loud but saying nothing. For example, I asked an OG nigguh is he a
rooster or a hen? He replied just like an ignut nigguh, proudly, “I’m a
hen, pimp!” James Brown said, “Loud and wrong!”
The best thing to say to a nigguh is nothing, absolutely nothing, or as the Hadith
tells us, “When you see the ignut say peace!” Even and most especially
with your loved ones, it is best to just be silent or say peace. I
remember asking a brother why he had to ask his wife whether he could
come to an event. He didn’t even answer, he simply held up two fingers
for the peace (in the family) sign. He’s right, if you want peace, don’t
say shit, be silent.
I adopted this policy in my relationship with a female and it worked perfectly, because I saw no matter what I said to her was
wrong, taken negatively, sparking an argument that was not my
intention. So I just shut up or shut down. What’s the use when every and
anything I say is wrong. If I should say, “I love you,” it is taken the
wrong way or I must define what I mean or give a rationale for my past
behavior going back forty years.
Some hip hop youth asked me to intervene with a male/female problem they were having, so I called a meeting. The two
women and one man came for mediation. In short, the young man got down
on his knees to apologize but was rejected, down on his knees pleading
for forgiveness. One thing about nigguhs, they don’t forget or forgive,
at least not another nigguh. Now they rush to forgive the white man for
kidnapping, raping, robbing, mass murdering and enslaving them for 400
years. Yes, they want to let bygones be bygones with the white man. They
recently were rewarded with a plague for building the nation’s capitol.
Imagine, they were rewarded but no awarded one nickel. At the ceremony
the nigguhs were told their slave master was paid five dollars a month
for employing his nigguhs. Amiri Baraka tells us not to accept rewards,
only awards because that’s the money, as in reparations.
At the same time we forgive the white man, a nigguh will never forgive another
nigguh. If you do the slightest thing to a nigguh, he’s ready to kill.
Remember, we used to get killed for stepping on a nigguh’s shoe. We used
to get killed for calling a nigguh black.
Now that the hip hop generation has made nigguh a universal, multiracial
term, plus a billion dollar word, nigguhs don’t want to say nigguh. I
said it before and I’ll say it again, Nigguh please!
See his The Psycholinguistic Crisis of the North American African, In The Crazy House Called America, essays, 2002, Black Bird Press, Berkeley.