52 years ago today, one of the greatest men to ever grace the planet, was assassinated.
America teaches you, if you are going to love a black man, it has to be one who’s message is that of inclusivity. He has to be all smiles, and preach patriotic, wholesomeness. Play it safe. Don’t rock the boat.
Anyone who conveys a message of self preservation, self sufficiency, or thinking for ones self, is vilified — and bound for historical exile.
Brotha Malcolm doesn’t have a day.
Not a single Panther has a day.
Angela Davis doesn’t have a day.
We have to tell people who Marcus Garvey is.
I could go on and on.
To put it plainly, anyone who can make the negro think, must be hidden deep in history, like a mystery an individual must unearth, themselves.
Like Malcolm I was once asleep. I was meandering around, hanging around the wrong crowd, believing that the “keeping it real” lifestyle, was what being black was.
When you live in the hood, and you come outside, there are no doctors, lawyers, or any other prestigious titles hanging on the corner.
Guess who your sources of influences are?
In 2010, I was at a crossroads in life. I knew no one of influence, and everyone around me was doing the same things they were in high school — Getting high, being unemployed, and running around aimlessly in the streets. No plans for advancement. I had an ever growing feeling of wanting change.
I bought a plethora of self help, and how-to books, but nothing resonated.
I’m sure you can guess what happened next…
Yes, that is the book that changed my life 7 years ago. The book of transformation.
I stumbled across this book, and it awoke something in me. It was as if a seed was planted, and every word watered the seedling, and the very core of my being was blossoming with each page I turned.
Not many things can help shape a persons thinking like the words from someone who relates to you in such a manner, you’re practically begging for the blueprint for the fix. Hanging on every word, like the secrets of life were in one of these sentences.
Instead Brotha X became the father figure I always needed. He became my hero.
I’m looking at the jig. That shit is up. That’s right, the damn jig is up!
In my travels through life, I realize the need to wake up sleeping Brothas & Sistas who are preoccupied by the wrong messages. It’s a battle that has to be fought strategically, because the ingraining of bullshit is so deeply rooted, the truth sounds like blasphemy.
Have we learned nothing from history? MLK is celebrated ’til this day, with his all-inclusive speeches. Yet Malcolm tried to make your parents and grandparents self sufficient.
Now think about what was passed down to you. And the message being fed to you today.
These popular coons are here to pacify you. Keep you entertained, distracted.
While real messengers are silenced and marketed as hoteps. Boring. Uncle Toms.
Much like Malcolm, I just want you to think. I try to motivate the people, but the people have to be receptive of the message. It’s easy to scream white supremacy and talk about what They won’t let you do. But if you know me by now, I’ve been consistent with one answer: Ok, so now what?
No disrespect, but I’m not cut from the MLK cloth. I don’t want to march in the streets, and beg the majority for equality.
Tie up your damn shoes, and roll up your sleeves.
It’s difficult for me to sit back and listen to whining about what somebody won’t give or do.
If you don’t like Facebook, create your own. If you don’t think someone will give you a job, go create one. With the ever growing tech field, you can invent your own job, from a single idea.
I don’t care who didn’t teach you something, adapt! In addition to that, there are 37 million black people in America. And an estimated 1.3 Billion in the African Dispora around the world. It’s time we start supporting each other, and barter amongst each other again.
If you want something bad enough you will figure out how to attain it. Before I studied Brotha X, I found every excuse why something couldn’t be done. Why, because my circle of influence taught me, that’s what you did. Blame others.
In other words, so now what?✌🏿