So, per my usual rounds about the world wide mental prison (web, net, encaging device, prison…same same, yes?), I came across the Twitter feed, or timeline of Coach Bilal Sankofa (@Blakoben – much recommended follow, chaps), and was startled to read the headline of a newspaper he had a posted a photo of. The headline of the Metro Philadelphia periodical read,”They allegedly killed a man for an $11 pizza.” The caption underneath furthered this, “Four young people between 18 and 23 reportedly lured married father of four to SW Philly house/As two women waited on a doorstep, two men gunned down deliveryman from behind, cops say/All they took was the pizza”. Below the caption glared the immortalized faces of Xylaca Devlin, 18, Keyona Jones, 18, Rashad CheeseBoro, 23, and Michael Covington, 21.
As I peered into the eyes of each of the alleged perpetrators of Ronald Anderson, Jrs murder, I allowed a statement I heard years ago,”…they still have innocence in their eyes…” The doctored furl imprinted on the face of the young ladies marked me strange. As if this physiological talisman would justify such ignorant behaviors. Yet, without convicting them in digital writ, I could only think of all the savage lives destroyed due to a culture so hell bent on proving points and glorifying the gods of street incredulity. In a home located in Pennsylvania sit four children who will never see their father again. An Afkan man that was married to an Afkan woman raising children together, mind you. Who assists the plumber of faucets that leak Afkan warm blood through cold blooded streams? Without assuming too much in a case such as this, we all possibly know or have heard of someone being molested of their breath in some extremely reckless and meaningless fashion.
An encouraged western aggressiveness heightened by a Jewish media machine is one factor. A factor where Harry Potter can influence a new generation of whiz kids to embrace their intelligence alongside the Wire being shown on television sets accessible in the same means that NWA was accessible to a 12 year old St. Louis writer I know. The Wire influencing the children of the children that were rewired by NWA, Menace II Society, and Belly to deem Afkan lives as no more valuable than a $10.90 pizza after taxes. In honor of our dying educational systems, the children of Ronald Reagan’s crack era, George Bush and Bill Clinton’s prison nation, George W. Bush’s No Child Left Behind Era, and Obama’s Overlook Evacuating the Troops in Chicago’s War but make sure to call Jay-z while calling Kanye an Ass era are bleeding one another like one of the more interesting episodes of True Blood.
The immediate theoretical framework here is Dr. Amos Wilson’s Black on Black crime, and yet, I’m at a lost for application in this and a few other recent urban misanthropic anecdotes. In the case that the story of the Homicide Capt. James Clark is correct, these young persons are of the brand of foolish dubbed most often as, “dumb ass.” And I’m starting to read about this degree of insanity more. It would be easy for a person to write these young people off, as much as I’m certain many have, and yet, they are still children psychologically damaged by the same system that causes a man to take a chance at delivering a pizza to a vacant house. Those are not the faces of killers. They are the faces of stupid, sure, but not a vicious lot. And yes, looks can be deceiving, but who murders over a pizza other than hypermasculine youth with psychological needles injecting them with messages of “being tough”, “being a thug”, “being hardcore” day in and day out? There is no invidious comparison here; there is only an adrenaline induced stupid stupor to do that which seems “gangster.”
The fact that there was some organization to an $11 pizza robbery isn’t lost on me either. The more Afkan part of me wants to type, “I wonder would they have carried out the mission if the delivering agent been White?” I also noted the class conflict between lumpen criminal and proletariat lower working class in this particular frame. I’ve noticed a penchant for lumpen criminals to sort the working class (blue and white collar) as lower than them Selves on the social totemic. The phrasing of thinking typically reads like,”I don’t job/gig, that’s what my girl does.” Given the nature of exclusion for most Afkan males from positions of employment, I can understand why this sentiment has originated. Given that the two women are placed in the position of decoy as the two males play rogue warriors also speaks to this arrangement. The devaluing of the Afkan working class due to privileged White male workers and a system of “capitalism” that has always been defined in deed by a lower strata of easy Afkan labor can be charged in this crime as well.
In closing, I extend my condolences to the lost of the Brother, Husband, and Provider, and hope that the punishment meted out upon these youths is within the prescriptions of Ma’at. I also pray that one day we, Afkans, will not need others to perform the duties of Ma’at, not only due to the elimination of stupid, but also because of our ability to enforce justice.
…we must all realize that the oppressive contract cannot be broken as long as any sort of hierarchy exists to perpetuate the sensitized relationships of Amerikan tribalism, classism and racism. Society is rendered impossible by such relationships. The establishment of society through intercommunalism will require that the social contract be completely altered. Clearly alteration cannot take place unless hierarchy is destroyed. Can we expect the hierarchy to do away with itself???
Then the real undertaking at present is the unconditional freeing of the people. We plunge beyond ideological debate before this immediate task. The black man and the black female must be, as I have mentally ordered things, completely joined together in the act of liberation! I accept my black mama with all her fears for my life that border on hysteria at times. But I also realize that it is the “role of the living,” of all the innocent, to discover unitary practice and conduct and move against the institutions that close on the oppressed.” – Comrade George Jackson from “Blood In My Eye”
I want to thank every body for taking time out of their days, nights, evenings, lives in general to come aboard The Asylum. As of late, we’ve been making quite a few changes. Maybe not so much change for those who have been around The Asylum since before the first resurrection when I utilized my account with Amazon Affiliates and even the Google Adsense account. I haven’t placed the Google ads back up, but it is on my mind. A part of living is eating. Now, as my good brother, Coach Bilal Sankofa reminds me always, a pack of Ramen noodles is only 16 cents. Albeit, I’m a fifth degree black belt of the Art of the Ramen, but a person can’t live off of bread alone.(Speaking of Jesus quotes, how much fire do you think Mary smacked little Jesus when he told her he had to be about his father’s business?).
All that being said, we’ve been behind the scene rewiring the programming mechanics of The Asylum. In the process of adding many of the advertisements you now see, I’ve also been working on Search engine optimization. A tedious task of wording and networking techniques designed to receive the oft coveted position of having The Asylum placed on the front page when someone does a search on terms such as “media analyst” or “black man losing his fucking mind online”. In an effort to check which sites where either paying Google for their position on the front page(yeah, I’m hating!) when those keywords were piped in, I ran across an interesting article which stated that,”the Media Audit reports the average African American spends 4 hours and 21 minutes per day online — 10% more than the amount of time for all U.S. adults”. Now, we of The Asylum have our own reasons for being careful with statistics. Upon further reading the article reveals:
The new national study of 7,000 African American adults shows they spend an average of 13 hours and 24 minutes per day exposed to all media. With the internet now taking 32.5% of their total daily media time, the study underscores how traditional media has been affected by rising internet use among African Americans.
I’ll leave it up The Asylum to decide how those statistics should be read, me, personally, I’m taking them as the study shows. Namely, of the 7000 Blacks reportedly studied, a pattern of higher internet usage than other forms of media was detected. What that means is more marketing geared towards Blacks online. Nothing new in that. The report also notes that Blacks consume more media than any other group. In my mind a light beams, and it isn’t the pills I just popped(well…just stick with me here…).
According to a number of sources(got to love linking, I could never get away with that in an academic peer review) the spending power of Black people will reach $1 trillion within the next year. The wording of that doesn’t elude me. “Spending power” instead of economic power, or investment power. That is much more than a mere ploy of semantics. It is the difference between a hammer being a toy, a tool, or a weapon. Failing to assess that small adjective’s qualifying affect on the human psyche will only assist in being unable to apply the equation when used as an analog. That analog would be the interwebs. In the artery that we pump out ideas regarding how Blacks will use that economic power, we should as be involved in a flow of ideas regarding how we will be using the interweb. How will we use the interweb as a means to deflect and usurp the “conceptual entrapment of imagery” as sociologist Dennis Rome calls it in “Black Demons:Mass Media’s Depiction of the African American Male Criminal Stereotype”?
…we have to think about building a media base that has the resources and the muscle to promote…the way they should be in order that the world may see them, we are depending on some other vehicle that is not indigenous to our interests…
…the contributions we have made in the country cannot be reduced to a few negroes making money…
– Brenda Verner, Media Analystinterview with Richard Steele on WBEZ Chicago
As I have stated elsewhere, there are only truly three search engines on the Web: Google, Yahoo, and Microsoft’s Bing. That means that three companies, with Google still leading the pack, have a database, a cache to be sure, of not only the websites housed on the servers that create the internet, but also the queries, the searches, that are made by those that use the applications. Couple that with social networking sites such as Twitter and Facebook, and we begin to notice just how lonely it can be at the top office of information harvesting. Facebook’s founding representative, Mark Zuckerberg, has made his sentiments regarding privacy being a thing of the past known publicly. Twitter has packaged the updates of it’s users and struck a deal with the Library of Congress that allows user’s updates to be archived for the purported purpose of historical review. The word history doesn’t only imply past, it also means a study of the present, and a preparation for the future. Ultimately, our inability to ween our Selves from the hegemony of corporate interests. In fact, many are working towards establishing their stronghold further. Instead of making them spend with their website, many are demeaning the value of Black owned anything that doesn’t resemble the corporate model.
Knowing the economic power of the Black in the wilderness of the United States;knowing the possible propensity for internet usage and its possible projections into the future, I believe that we are doing our Selves a grave injustice by not taking full advantage of the resource under our own auspices. Instead of writing specious blog posts denigrating the Black entrepreneur, we should be promoting a means for the Black entrepreneur to have their own presence on the interweb beyond MySpace, Black Planet, Twitter, WhereBlackPeopleMeet, and Facebook. Viable entities can be created by Blacks in the same way that viable Black communities thrived during the 1910s when Blacks were forced to do business with one another. If we can avoid the temptation to be confused by our titles and efforts to achieve status and positions created by the same system that created the position of slavery. To remove the harness that is draped over our cognitive bodies seeping our souls of their vitality we must unlock our Selves from the belief that everything White is right with regard to the technological, the economic, the academic, and the scientific.
We have a chance to incorporate our Ancestral teaching of Thoth: of the one that crafts worlds with the electromagnetic properties captured within symbols like an inductor. Instead of asking is debt self-inflicted, ask is it necessary to live in a society where it is impossible to avoid incurring debt of some sort. Rent must be paid for days already lived in an abode. That means every day you stay in a rental property, or one that has a mortgage agreement, you are going into debt. Since we are so concerned with debt, why not ask was the debt that the United States government owes to Blacks self-inflicted? We must remove the resistors along the circuitry of our current progress, and build a new framework that can withstand the trends of cultural attenuation that prompt us to see our Selves outside of the context of history. As the battle for our minds moves beyond the plantations, beyond the burning black communities, beyond the bodies of babies bitten by dogs, beyond the bodies of babies burned in churches, beyond the bodies of babies shot through the neck, beyond the scholars murdered by train/bullet/needle/crack pipe/cancer cells, we have to continue to develop a regenerative ideology that promotes one to know the difference between a cultural creative practice and their own programmed elitism.
As a media warrior, it is treasonous for us to continue to use the interwebs as a means to promote the very same thought schema that pitted the darker ancestor against the lighter ancestor. The broke neighbor is being exploited by the not-so-much-as broke neighbor(I mean, damn, come on, y’all in the same neighborhood), and yet that same not-so-much-as broke neighbor is willing to come to the defense of those approved by the status quo. It is the house nigga, field nigga, free nigga paradigm remixed for the 2010 plantation! We are using the interweb to buttress the feeling of superiority and privilege of the very people who believe that you aren’t even a human! You are an ethnicity to them. That’s why there is porn, and there is ethnic porn. There are social issues and their are ethnic issues. That is why the term “ethnic” crops up as a determinant between white…and other than so. And their privilege is so encapsulated into the thinking of the Black that we propagate Manifest Destiny and “The White Man’s Burden” without realizing it.
In his book, “The Hidden Cost of Being African American”, Thomas M. Shapiro states,”…part of the power of dominant groups(in this case, whites) is their seeming invisibility and the fact that their status is often taken for granted, as if they are not active actors, agents, or benefactors in an unequal relationship. This is the mentality of white people that many of us Blacks who are using the interweb as a tool and a weapon are helping to infect our people with! What will we not do for money? What will we not do for a chance to be closer to the privileged class?
Too many of us have imbibed our Selves into an ejaculatory frenzy of ego worship based on polished mimicry of the western ideal. The asili, the basic cultural seed, of the western ideal, the Zeus factor, the Platonic separation, this diseased notion of bi-polarized non-thought. The belief that everything in existence is not only at war, but in a state of qualitative separation. That one element, function, or faculty is somehow, it must be, better than another. And Blacks have suckled on that whore’s inflamed, scaly, crusted, puss filled breast for so long that we base our standards of activity on theirs.
The interwebs are the new battle front for the minds of Black people, most likely the young. I pray that we all consider the efforts that we are putting forth, the thoughts that we are disseminating, and the degree of empathy our connections to the Black community infuses us with.
This is the level of development favored by the oppressor, the artless empty ideals of the pseudo-nation, love and respect for a flag, a nationalistic song or beat, the fervent belief in a bond or organization which arises out of a thwarted longing for real community. The establishment does everything in its power to ensure that revolutionary rage is redirect into empty outlets which provide pressure releases for desires that could become dangerous if allowed to progress. At this stage in the development of monopoly capitalism, there are two alternatives: aggressive revolutionary activity or calcification. Conservative society, black or white, is decadent society; due to the absence of creativity and movement, conservative society always burns itself out. – Comrade George jackson, Blood In My Eyes
In The Name Of The All Which IS That ALL, The Bounty Giver, And The One That Provides For Even The Undeserving…
“This is the Book;in it is guidance sure without doubt, to those who fear God; Who believe in the Unseen; are steadfast in prayer, and spend out of what We Have provide for them…” -The Holy Qu’ran of Mecca, Surah Baqara Ayats 2 – 3, English translation by Abdyllah Yusuf Ali.
Peace and heavy ethanol libations for the cognitively inebriated and those of easy subconscious sedations.
The term “burning” seems to be the word of the week. As a small congregation of US Christians in Gainesville, Fla gained world-wide attention for their planned “International Burn A Koran Day” hosted by the Terry Jones, a 58 year old former hotel manager and European missionary. His sect, ironically dubbed “The Dove World Outreach Center” has been mentioned in the past for their Crusade-like anti-Islamic behavior such as erecting a sign on the church’s lawn proclaiming that “Islam is of the Devil”, as well as having children of the congregation wearing t-shirts to school with the same wording on the back. Jones, who holds a degree from the California Graduate School of Theology, has also published “Islam is of the Devil”, a 176 page book published by Creation House on August 3, 2010.
A supposed cancellation of the burning at the date and time of this post has been placed in suspended limbo as Jones attempts to negotiate a deal to have the Islamic Center being built two blocks away from ground zero relocated. What the Asylum needs to consider here is that Jones met with Imam Muhammad Musri, the leader of the Islamic Society of Central Florida, in an attempt to stop the actions of a group of Muslims in New York City. Ultimately, that can be akin to a group of Southern Baptists in Texas attempting to get a group of Methodists in Maine to stop the purchase of a new church in their hometown. It seems to be an effort to gain more attention for the small group of US Christians, one with little possibility of actually meeting their desires. Donald Trump of real estate fame, felt he could push the Christians against Islam efforts by buying the building at a 25% premium to whatever the real estate owners paid for their portion of the site; his offer was turned down.
Within the same time frame, the Secretary of Defense Robert Gates also attempted to persuade the Christian leader to cancel his Qu’ranic inferno. The appeal of violent repurcussions while US troops in Afghanistan and US citizens abroad in Islamic territories led the Obama administration to act in such an unprecedented manner.
The entire matter of “burning” and violence as a tool for governmental actions reminds us here at The Asylum of the sinister nature and history of the Christian. As the Obama administration looks over the brutality festering among the people’s of Obama’s residency of Chicago, yet makes it their business to address this possible cause of violence, I am reminded of how Christians also burned another vessel of God’s word – The Black person in America.
Bennie Simmons, June 13, Anadarko, OK. Soaked in coal oil before being set on fire.
Jesse Washington, Waco, Texas, 1916. Mentally handicapped farmhand burned and hanged. This is a postcard that would be sent with pride by Christians.
The murder rates of Blacks in the US increases(In 2005, 41% of all murders in the US where the race was known were Black;in 2006, 42%; in 2008, 48%) and the number of incidences involving police officers climbs, and yet no voice from the Obama Administration. I suppose the lives of others are just that more valuable to the first partially African president. While the chants of the black scholastic community rage out for the black community to get out there and vote if they want change, those who threaten violence seem to be the only ones with the right coins at this particular “change” machine. The burning of Black bodies by the torque and heat of bullets goes unnoticed by this government.
I pray that the Christians of Pastor Terry’s congregation, and the good college trained theologian himself find it in their hearts not to add on to the blindness that separates us in this country. I pray that he doesn’t follow in the footsteps of so many US Christians that have been his guide. Those millions of US Christians that seek to use violence and extreme measures to control the opinions of the human psyche. But more so, I pray that Blacks in this country understand what really motivates.
It is of interest to the residents of the Asylum here that we notice the power that persuades the US government. Peaceful protesters of Oakland berated those who might act out of violence due to their concerns that the trial of Johannes Mehserle, convicted of involuntary manslaughter for the Oscar Grant slaying, had been unjust. Gates sensed no need to address the court that they might want to consider the repercussions. Possibly, he sensed that no repercussions would occur. Maybe if the Black Community threatened to act in violence, the same sort of violence used in the growing impoverished communities throughout the United States of America, the “first Black President” might sense a need to act on the historical element of his position. As troops in Afghanistan and US citizens abroad in Muslim countries were considered as a reason for the Secretary of Defense to address Jones in this incident, the people’s of the Black community are not considered as the list of murders at the hands of police continue to rise. Jones is now in the position to negotiate, not because he “got out the vote”, but because he created an environment in which violence would be meted out.
I’ve been on twtr today attempting to be as politically correct as possible. You know, refraining from telling people,” Hey, shut the fuck up, you don’t know what the hell you are talking about.” And for the most part, I’ve been doing pretty good. The problem I face is that some people feel the need to make snide remarks behind a screen, and then when you ask them to reason with you, well they simply lack the prerequisite knowledge. Thus, they actually don’t know what the fuck they are talking about.
Eh…between debating half wits online and hoping Kanye West stops making homosexual rappers look bad, I tend to grow gray hairs…
I don’t always know what attracts certain types to my twtr stream, but I do feel that people see the “Asylum” bit and automatically assume the worst. I’ve actually been told,”I can’t respect the words of a person that calls himself ‘Asylum'”. Which is fine and dandy. But don’t question my scholarship either. I believe we have a difficult time stepping outside of the framework set up for us by society. We tend to believe in stereotypes, and we tend to want to believe the standards set for us through media are true. This can be dangerous. And that is why I was too surprised when I read the article…
Oh, what article, right?
You know the one…
Slate writer Farhad Manjoo relates the activities of Black twitter users in the article entitled,“How Black People Use TwitterThe latest research on race and microblogging.” Now, this article is a discussion about a study conducted by a Carnegie Mellon doctoral candidate in which the manner in which Twtr was being used by Black people. Now I don’t want to deal too much with how racially insensitive that is, but I do want to address the racial nature of the study. What exactly is being studied here? Is it really about how black people who are as diverse as Andre3000 and Jeezy in the same location? Or is it about the fact that Blacks– who are not considered to be web savvy, or an influential part of the technological thrust we are experience via the interweb– have been able to direct the conversation on one of our era’s most talked about forms of media communication?
One of the major themes of the piece is how blacks are able to get on twtr’s trending topic list. And that is an interesting bit of study, I must admit. Without media backing, or popular culture trends outside of twtr, black people are able to create memes. Almost as if out of the air, some user types a hashtag, adds a witty statement, and twtr gets its flash of life for the evening. And someone wants to know how Blacks are doing that…
It really says something about how influential the black blogosphere actually might be. Sure, Slate is not going to come out and say,”Black people are influential on the one of the world’s most influential mediums”. But if you read between the lines, that is what is being stated. That information is a diamond in the hands of a marketing strategist. Disney has to pay twtr to get on movies on the trending topics list. Young Blacks are able to do it with the use of culture paradigms learned on the school yard and watching auntie and grandmother organize family reunions. In the same way we have taught the world to recite rhymes with a staccato cadence, we have shown them how to transform 140 into a mirth filled way to explore a thought, and even to share social ills and information.
So, although I am utterly disgusted by this article and the study, I do understand how nonblacks can be simply amazed by our ability to transmit and influence the electromagnetic spectrum with our common touch. Now if we could just get Jeezy to stop selling cocaine over mixtapes, we’d be in business…*Smiles*
Applaud yourselves black people…they are watching…still.
Day four of my being sequesterd away from the world. Starting to adjust and adapt to the patterns around here, taking advantage of the time away from my own world. I enjoyed a great conversation yesterday with the agriculturist’s associates about movies, made me really want to increase my overall media analysis. The experience really only worked to reinforce my belief that most great minds are probably trying to hitch a ride, or trying to get change for a bus ride somewhere. I suppose the average person would say that that isn’t having a mind if they have to beg or borrow, but I guess we all have assholes opinions about standards. There is a certain number of us who think beyond a note of debt that has worked to put people in debt, and out of homes. Unfortunately, the greatest tasks ahead of us is makeing these dreams somehow work, so that we can be accepted by the more practical crowd.
But I guess if it don’t make dollars, it don’t make the primetime line-up…
Was in another great conversation last night about black people and movies. My contention was that black people have a difficult time identifying with not so aggressive characters. If the character isn’t sauve, or witty, or cool, or full of “soul”…then many of us have a difficult time identifying with that character, even if we ourselves aren’t many of those things. I mentioned that there would never be the black parallel to Woody Harrelson’s character in “Indecent Proposal”, or an acceptable black parallel of Julia Roberts’ character in “Pretty Woman”. I deem those messages to a group of women is pretty strong. It also says a lot about black masculine representation. The idea is that it wouldn’t be palatable to most audiences to see a black man seduce a black prostitute. And come on, I mean, Julia Roberts’ portrayal wasn’t seamy in the least bit. She played a wholesome hooker, mainly because the US population can believe that, can American Blacks see a black woman as wholesome, who is also a prostitute? Oxymoronic, huh? Why?
Eh…returning back to my lab rat lifestyle…
My vital signs, which are check three times a day, indicate that I’m remaining healthy. I need to cut back on salt and liquor, however. I drink a lot of water–possibly one gallon a day. You would be surprised how quickly your body gets dehydrated here. I’ve known for a long time the healing properties of water, and good breathing exercises. I’ve been told that the legendary healer Imhotep used lights and music, I might want to look into downloading some jazz, or find Blu on twitter and persuade him to hurry up on the new mixtape!!
Other that today has been fine. I’m doing well, at least surviving. Using the time to continue my philosophy building and the like. No matter where we find ourselves, we have found ourselves.
“The male stereotypes were Toms, Coons, and Bucks. We are all familiar with Uncle Tom. He is devoted to whites, religious, hard working, loyal, trustworthy, patient, and restrained. The Coon is happy-go-lucky, a clown, a buffon, a child, clever and witty but unable to perform the most simple task without guidance. He’s a trickster, cunning and resourceful. The third stereotype, the Buck..is brutal, violent, virile, tough, strong, and findes white women especially appealing…The Buck is the stereotype, the nightmare, that whites could not handle…” – “Black Macho and The Myth of the Superwoman” Michele Wallace
So, what’s up the Boondocks? Your guy trying to cater to a white audience? I mean the whole “uncle” Ruckus thing is laughable, and I’m entertained, and it is just a cartoon in the land where cartoons used to be the only thing you could go see(I’m just saying). And I’m not knocking the jester, I just know that the jester was usually the smartest in the kingdom. Just a few thoughts. McGruder took the “Uncle Tom” character to such a degree of “uncle” that I don’t think it will ever be used in such a way again. I mean he went further than Chapelle, and last night’s episode, although telling, made me feel more desensitized than anything. As I have stated, it was funny, but so was Kramer yelling niggers would have been killed on stage. Oh, I can’t compare the two, can I?
And your guy Sam Jack!! I watched “Unthinkable” last night, well, this morning anyway, and I’m like damn, go scary(read that as angry) black man! Not quite sure how I would feel as a white US man thinking about converting to Islam. I mean, that movie had me looking out my window and thinking about bagging up all my books. I’m joking, but I think you get my point here. Now, with the internet being what it is and Sam Jack being the type of name that sells movies, and the movie already has a Wikipedia plot summary, and is being hosted on at least one pretty popular online streaming site, I’d say this is going to get a lot of attention.
Now, I’m not quite sure if either of these are just sensationalistic, or propaganda, or both. But I was moved to read a passage from one of those books on the shelf that I’m pissing in my pants thinking about grabbing.
But if it wasn’t a black man to play the role then a black man would have been out of a job, of course, maybe they could have gotten the rock to do it. Well, then I’d only have said they are playing this mixed people thing pretty hard, why didn’t they give the job to a bald headed dark black man that at least looks like the BUCK! Eh…maybe I’m reading too much into all of this. Of course, if I didn’t, another black man wouldn’t have anything to blog about…
This is for Aiyana. We all put together our thoughts in a very quick manner in order to explain in our way our pain for this travesty. Much of what you read will not be edited. We feel that the raw energy needed to deal with this situation deserves our naked souls..
I have two daughters… 11 and 4 years old… they wear the same types of barrettes Aiyana Jones wore… I can’t look at her face without seeing my own children’s faces. I look at my husband and think about Aiyana’s father lying face down in his dyeing daughters’ blood. Then I think…How the fuck did we get to this place? How did we get to a place where Aiyana Jones’ name is NOT the top story on the news, the number one trending topic on twitter, on talk shows…? Why is this story NOT Breaking News on a 24 hour news cycle like the Amber alerts that literally stop time when a little white child goes missing? What else is there to talk about?
The media & police are united…they are not negligent in their delivery…the officer’s gun “went off”… it “went off” and a child is dead…but we have people discussing the nuances of where the child was sleeping, the type of neighborhood she lived in, the danger the police were potentially going into. At what point does a sleeping 7year old child present a threat to law enforcement…no amount of rationalization can justify this child’s death at the hands of the people who are hired to protect and serve. And no amount of rationalization can justify why the voices that have the most “influence” in the Black community … entertainers, athletes, politicians… have been completely silent either!!
Who is to blame? I feel responsible for this child’s death…we are ALL responsible for not policing ourselves, or communities…allowing our circumstances to victimize us. We’ve grown afraid of each other…the village no longer exists. We HAVE to do better. THEY don’t care about us…we have to care about US enough to be moved to action…to STOP it. We KNOW who shot Aiyana Jones… but we all had a hand in it…
To wake up this morning to more news
about #Aiyana Jones, the 7 year old girl
who was tragically and senselessly
murdered by men who were supposed to
serve and protect her broke my heart.
Her death should break all our hearts.
A little girl who could have grown up to
be anything – full of promise and
potential – slain by cops who got
trigger happy because there were reality
show cameras focused on them.
Who serves a warrant on a house where
children and elderly persons live by
throwing a flash grenade in a window?
Reports have even surfaced of toys in
the yard and neighbours who told LEO
(Law Enforcement Officers) that children
lived inside. To add insult to injury,
the suspect was not even apprehended at
the same apartment in which little
Aiyana and her family lived.
Many subjects and opinions have come to
light over today: Racism, police
brutality, poverty, living in urban
areas, and more; But my thought lies
with [something I’m familiar with]
Social Media. During the Iran Elections
(just rock with me for a second), when
the riots and violence started – it was
less than a day before the number one
topic on Twitter (most likely the
longest running political trending
topic) was #IranElection. Soon to
follow was #MSMFail (Mainstream Media
Fail) also #Mousavi and #CNNFail were
top ranking as well. In fact, the
entire TT list – all 10 topics – at one
point referenced the Iran Elections.
Major news houses all over the world
were getting their news from Twitter!
Not reinforcing already known news, but
we [Tweeters!] were updating the world
on the Iran Election. Quickly,
Succinctly, and Clearly. Even when dis-
(and mis)information came up, the
solidarity of people who understand the
gift of the internet quickly squashed
I say all that to reiterate my point:
If it was done once, it can be done
again. #Aiyana deserves justice and
attention. The poor in America who are
brutalized every day by LEO deserve
justice and attention. The tense racial
situation in this country deserves
attention. The LEO who forgot the
people that they serve because they were
too busy posturing for reality
television deserve attention and
ostracizing. We deserve to stand up and
say “I will not live in a police state.
I will not watch my children be murdered
by ignorant police officers. I will not
watch my country go up in flames while
people look on as if it were a movie –
I am, in my heart, disappointed and
angry. Where is President Obama to
speak on this? Where is Cornel West?
Where is Tavis Smiley? Where is the
honorable Minister Farrakhan? Where are
our black leaders to speak out and put
#Aiyana first instead of more posturing?
Where are the voices? Where is the
cacophony of screams for justice? They
are not here.
They aren’t here. But we are. #Aiyana
From @Zqclay““Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
And they kickin down the door, and they don’t care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do.”
– Andre 3000
Who is Aiyana Jones?
My little sister. My cousin. My future niece. My future granddaughter. She is…me.
Police malfeasance in regards to the underclass is nothing new. It’s as clichéd as a Memorial Day cookout. If excessive force is systemic, and the system has persisted for over a century, then what is a person to feel? It’s obvious that America has found a way to live without a certain percentage of Americans.
These “excess Americans” seem to be little than enemies of war and cannon fodder for cops and thugs, who both carry out the same agenda of black marginalization.
But we do care who they shoot. So we do what we must do.
Hopeless and utter despair is what I’m thwarting as I attempt to find the balance between outrage and calm, methodical and effective action. Indifference and apathy from grown men and women whose daughters and nieces and cousins look just like the victim is as confounding as the implausible details of the story.
Who is Aiyana Jones?
A girl who loved Disney like any other black girl in America. A girl who was couldn’t even sleep in the comfort of a bed for whatever reason. A girl who won’t graduate from elementary school. Or college. Get her driver’s license. Go to the prom. Get the steppin’ out of Detroit. Who knows her potential?
Who is Aiyana Jones?
Her truncated life yields more questions than answers. If we fail to vet those questions in any form whatsoever, we’ve failed her. We’ve failed her predecessors. And we’ll continue to fail others like her who’ll fall victim to the discharge of the “protectors and servers” of their communities.
Who is Aiyana Jones?
A reminder to tell every little girl I encounter that she is valued, loved and protected.
A reminder that a group united can enact real change.
A reminder that despite the frequent disregard of minorities’ civil liberties, there is still resiliency within the group affected.
A reminder that we must NOT tolerate nonsense around our babies.
A reminder that our inactions have profound consequences on our loved ones.
My perception of Aiyana Jones currently resides in the abstract, because the prevalence of questions as opposed to answers. But this I can state with certainty:
She is not collateral damage. She is not their throwaway. She is not a cause. She is not a footnote.
Who is Aiyana Jones? More than a rhetorical question.
Rest in Power baby girl. We do care who they shoot.
I am five long years past 18 on this day, and only just coming to reach a certain threshold into adulthood. For me, at least, it is signified as a certain form of accountability. In my twenty-three years, I have to recognize what thinking and what actions and what words I express and how they affect the world all around me. For me – at Least – I feel I have to step up and realize what I give power to.. What I love.. What I hate.. And how the society in which I partake (re)acts. For me, I have to See exactly what lines in the sand I accept.. Who’s on what side.. and who is harmed in that crossfire. As a man falling head-first into adulthood, I have to feel the particle of innocence that died within me with Aiyana Jones.
A very wise man said in response to this tragedy that it always takes something so extreme and tragic and other-worldly cruel to See, and to catapult ourSelves into change.. The remorse I feel today brings me to ask only “why?” Why does it take a 7 year-old girl being shot and killed in her own home (by the men and women we pay out of our very pockets to protect and serve her) for everyone’s consciousness to rise? Why do we have to witness suffering so dramatic to feel compassion for a father and a family that, too, are asking themselves “Why” this has come to pass? Why only after imagining (to the best of one’s ability) how many things this family would have done differently, how many bullets they would have jumped in front of, how many dollars and hours they’d have spent – just to save their little girl – are we capable of such Awareness?
In every such instance of this tragedy – and not to take from this One, but there are Many – we feel a pain that any human must feel. I am no religious man, but I do Believe in cause and effect. Our callousness, our heartlessness, our lack of compassion for those unfamiliar to us – brings upon the entire World such a loss. Such a needless cause… And such a needless effect. I want everyone to think on this, as I am and shall continue to think on it until I, mySelf, change: Who could you possibly hate So much that you’d want death to befall not him, but his Seven Year-Old Daughter? As I see it, whether I like it or not, this is a judgment made on our “thinking” and our perceptions.
The Babies are Dying for Our Sins.
The hopes of our better tomorrow are being lost to yesterday’s wars amongst men of which they are not even wholly Aware. Again, I want you to think on this. And I want this thought to come not through the veil of pain and anger that we all most-assuredly feel. I want this thought to come not in calculation for some sort of revenge.. As if this poor child could Be avenged. No, this thinking need not be set above the flames of our passions, but the icy silence of our souls. I want this thinking to bring you resolve and Understanding. Through such thinking, I pray you find it in you to Adapt and Grow and Change. For to save the innocent (the children), we accountable (the Elders) must See what cycles we continue. We, each and every last individual, must see within us all that we cause. YourSelf, MySelf, him- and herSelf, must find the courage within us, One by One, to impress upon our own respective Universes a Cause that will produce a much greater, more inspiring, more captivating, and less destructive Effect. If not for your Self, then for every Aiyana hereafter.
Because every single step you make reverberates in the lives of every other.. and we need not wait for such a gut-wrenching imprint on our very souls to realize how it affects the youth.
RIP Aiyana Jones.
ONE Day there will be no more Aiyana Jones….
TOO Many of our children are walking murdered…. There Dreams Have been killed by the darkness of their environment.
THREE Days ago no one was outraged… In three days will you still be?
FOR the sake of our children… Do Better
FIVE Fingers on a hand and it only took One on a trigger to break the hearts of millions..
SIX SIX SICKens me to my stomach to imagine how different Aiyana life would have been if men like the suspect were ostracized instead of embraced…
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life is not long enough
Seven years of life ended with a flash bomb…
Aiyana is too close to mine…
This isn’t even a hard one. The police were wrong, period. The way they “went in”, I’m SURE, was fueled by them losing one of their own in the recent days. Is this a new instance though? Nope. Should the child’s death be brought to “justice”? Of course. Will this happen? Doubtful. Does it ever? Rarely. Now. What CAN we change and/or control? Back in the days when cops were snatching school boys up and beating them for “fitting the description”, chances are, what the “offense” was wasn’t even a real crime in the first place. People just trying to live. No records, no reason for suspicion, just going to work. What have we now? Are some still just minding their business and still harassed? Of course. Is this often the case now? Of course not. We now take pride in a lifestyle that CONSTANTLY straddles the fence of legal and illegal. The cops haven’t changed, we have. Can we change the cops? Of course not. Can we change ourselves. YES WE CAN. We need to focus on what we can change. Who knows, maybe a people that offer no PROUD examples of ridiculous behavior will be taken more seriously at the table. People have it twisted, we’re definitely at the table…with no manners. The passion that should be behind the remembrance of Aiyana is being misplaced. Somebody is outside acting a fool RIGHT damn now, and their elders are ignoring it. “Who’s gon’ check them, boo?”…me damnit. You should too. If we don’t, the blood is on our hands as well. Yup. Mathematics.
– a donor
When I read the story of Aiyana Jones, I was brought back to a place of uneasiness and then thought how her father’s life has been changed forever. Aiyana’s birthday, Christmas or even Easter -the holiday where the good lord and savior’s resurrection is celebrated- didn’t come to mind. But I remembered quality family times as a child, oddly enough, on Halloween. It was one we all looked forward to. It so happens that my favorite uncle’s birthday is October 31st, which has meant a party every year in addition to America’s favorite tricks and treats. I remembered how my Father would spend the week before the party with me and my older brother looking for costumes and how much fun it was. There was a joy that seemed to radiate from him knowing that it was times such as these he would remember forever. He even Allowed us to get a candy bar when we checked out after finally finding something we all agreed on. It was him and his boys out spending time together while my mom was at home relaxing for a change. These are times only he and the two of us will remember so vividly. we would arrive at the party and laugh with love at each other costumes. My brother and I always had the best ones.
The best thing about the party was at one point, my aunt, my godmother actually, would gather all the cousins together and take us around the neighborhood to go trick-or-treating: It was free candy, I was with my family and to top it off I was able to be Spider man, suit and all. On this day even my Evangelist aunt would come and commune with the heathens who celebrated such a holiday.
Everyone enjoyed each other. It was a time for us to talk about school, show each other the latest dances and share secrets we had been holding tightly. Once things died down we would say our goodbyes and load into our cars one by one hugging and waving as we drove away. I would often fall asleep on my brothers shoulder and by the end of the ride my dad would have to wake us both up.
We were once in a car accident where a drunk driver rear ended us. Long story short my leg was broken. I remembered my Father jumped out of the car and instantly started cursing before the man could even open his car door. “What the fuck is wrong with you man?! Do you know I have my children in the car?!” he yelled while unbuttoning his sleeves. I tried to move to get a better view but was paralyzed and instantly screamed from the pain that came over me when I applied pressure to my leg. My Father was back at the car leaning over me before I could take another breath. “You okay lil man? What hurts you?” he asked me with all the concern a parent could have for their child. My Mother instructed my Father to call the police and finish talking to the man, who at this point was leaning on the car and had started crying and apologizing, while she attended to me.
“Look man you could have killed my family, my children!” he said. I thought how it was no longer, in that moment, at all about my mother but about myself and my sibling. “Mother baby, fathers maybe” the old saying goes, expressing how the Mother has a special bond in knowing that the child is hers beyond any shadow of doubt. But there’s something to be said about a Father who is protective of his child, as all fathers should be. It is even more special for a Black Man who is a Father and present in his or any child’s life. A certain Bell of Celebration rings knowing we are there, even if only in the shadows, according to statistics.
The police arrived and if this is of any surprise they actually treated my Father as if he was in the wrong. I should mention the drunk driver was white and this was in New Orleans. Even though this was over 15years ago to this day two things make me upset and uneasy: drunk drivers and police officers.
There has been countless times where police officers have wrongly offended, beaten and accused black men of the craziest crimes and at this point cannot afford teach his children that police are there to protect them. When everyday reality shows them they are really put out there for their own demise. Whether on the Streets or even sleeping after having a fun filled day, a child knows from seeing how their parents are treated, they are never safe in today’s society. This story has bulls eyed me in a spot I thought most of America would have been hit in as well. We all have children or nieces or nephews whom we love dearly, yet it seems as if this story and case isn’t going anywhere but to the land of #oldtrendingtwittertopics.
I felt the need to ask: Is there an obligation that we as adults have to children? Is there an obligation that all parents have to think of the child, regardless of whose it is, first?
Is it okay when the dealer on the corner shoots a stray bullet and it hits our children? Do we not go after him with torches and pitchforks? Should we not go after careless police officers, who already don’t respect us as a race, with that same vengeance? Or do we only react when “tragic mistakes” take the life of a Caucasian, Jewish or Asian family’s child?
The holiday these Officers of Integrity, Professionalism and Courtesy seem to be celebrating needs to come to an end. The Laziness, Disrespect and treatment of Disregard is costing the Black Community its future. Soon we will be celebrating “the day of the dead” more than the opposed, “our savior’s birth.” How long can this go on for Christ’s sake?
As a people, we have suffered through slavery, economic disadvantages, substandard living environments, strategic criminal opportunities, wrongful imprisonment, aggression from law enforcement and unjust sentences which have been plaguing our communities for centuries. We have tolerated these disadvantages as we have continually pursued freedom from all bondages that have diminished our faith in each other as well as murdered our pride in our race. When we analyze these situations, we cannot help but conclude that we are being held down by design, as we have the ability to access our history and our progress only to clearly recognize the unfathomable energy that has gone into the demise of the African race.
We have been systematically programmed to hate one another by hating ourselves. The bias and prejudice that we have experienced as a people has caused some of us to unconsciously detest our skin color and history, as many of us are not only ignorant to our true history, but have no desire to be informed. These subconscious positions that we have taken against our existence have spiraled out of control and we are now beyond victims, we are headed towards extinction if this cycle continues.
The only hope that we have left is to educate and restore pride into our children concerning their real history and to infuse within their spirits an interest in to the true knowledge of self. Many generations have passed these dysfunctional attributes down to their descendants, but as consciousness and the knowledge of self is at a season of refinement, we have determined to provide those who are younger than us with the information necessary to restore us to the original place in which we have unseemingly fallen from. Our future release from oppression is directly connected to our present decision to enlighten the minds of our youth in this generation so that they in turn can prepare the generations to come.
Aiyanna Stanley Jones was a jewel who was removed from having the opportunity to contribute to the future success of our people. She was viciously killed while asleep on the couch in her home and had no control or opportunity to grow into the woman who she was predestined to be. Her future has been stolen from her due to the carelessness, insecurity and needless aggression of individuals who took an oath to protect and to serve her and her community. At the age of 7 years old, she was removed from delivering a significant contribution to this world which had the potential of contributing to the well being, restoration and future of our people. Her life was taken as a direct result of the spiraling abuse that has been ensued against our people which has not been corrected, diverted or stopped on any level within our cities, states and nation. There is no justification that can be provided for the blatant, vicious attack against this beautiful little girl and we are insulted as well as outraged at the attempt to do so.
Aiyanna Stanley Jones was undeserving of being murdered in this tragedy, yet she is hailed as a hero to our people and will be a constant thorn in the side of the oppressors as we who remain will ensure that her name is stuck to this mission of freedom and truth. Her life was sacrificed on our behalf to remind us of the horrible agenda that has been implemented against our people and to intensify the fire that we carry to ensure that our future generations are positioned as rulers and not as worthless nationalists in a country that has diminished our value. We are forever indebted to Aiyana Stanley Jones and will vindicate her life by taking the pain of her loss and enlightening as many of our people, both children and adults to the truths of our ancestors, our purpose and our God. What the enemy has meant for evil against our people once again, we will successfully apply to the good of our future by studying, clarifying and embracing our past.
Rest In Peace Aiyana. Your life will not be in vain.
Forgive us, Bless-ed one
For not shielding you from the evil
That cloaked you in your peace
While you sleep,
Search For the strength
to mourn you.
For the indignation
That will make this time
The last time
we let this happen.
How could you have known
The world was out to get you?
You never grew to know
How much anger is in our bellies.
No evil can befall you now
But we will be OK
your heart did not conform to this World
Like we allowed ours to do.
We pray you can forgive us.
We promise to do better.
We will grow forward
And forever Love you.
Here I lay in my princess covers, sleeping soundly. Dreaming. Letting my hopes paint a picture in my head. Maybe one day I can be the first woman president. Maybe I can be a doctor and save someone’s life if they get sick. Or maybe I can be a nanny, work at a daycare—taking care of others’ kids. I love children. I could tuck them in when they take their naps, just like Daddy does every night.
Today was a good day. Granny made my favorite dinner and we even played dolls together. She always tells me how cute I dress up mine. I hope I can play again with her tomorrow, after I get out of school.
If only Aiyana would have got that opportunity.
If only she would have got to see the sunrise.
A bullet does have a name–this one was Aiyana Jones.
As she slept her dreams, hopes, aspiration were robbed by a police and his best friend—a gun. She would never awake again. She would never get to feel her grandmother’s warm caressing hugs. She would never get to play with her best friend at her school the next day on the monkey bars, racing each other on the slide, and skipping along the blacktop. She would never feel her Dad tuck her in again. And her family would never see her light in her smile—the power of an innocent child. She was gone—forever.
The media has attempted to paint a picture in our head that it was an “accident” and the officer which was fighting with the grandmother and somehow, someway the gun mysteriously went off in the direction of the sleeping child.
Evidence goes on to show—ON CAMERA—that shots were actually shot from the outside porch. So this makes me wonder just how much the police actually cared about whom they hit. Especially, since they were warned several times by neighbors that there were children inside.
Yes, apparently they were there for a good reason—to get a suspect in another homicide of a 17-year-old-boy. But the simple fact that there is already cameras of an A&E channel should be reason enough to question what’s going on in this area. There has to be some kind of problem for them to be drawn to this Detroit.
This makes me think of “Set it Off “in the beginning and the movie that was based on a true story—“American Violet” with the police using their power TOO much and not caring about their citizens because of two things. RACE AND CLASS.
I doubt a raid would be going on in a rich area of the United States whether they thought a person killed a 17-year-old or not. Since when are the police SO concerned with one homicide of a teenage boy that they “raid” a house for the suspect with guns and such? I know a lot of people that have died in my community where the police had good leads for suspect, and never have they raided that suspect’s house, especially to the degree that it is necessary to throw a flash grenade and shoot from OUTSIDE of the house.
This whole story is fishy if you ask me. And should not only be a wake up to the black community, but to the rest of the world on the direct attack of the people who hold this country together—the working class.
I want to know when some leaders are going to get involved and question our government and people who are supposed to “protect and serve” EVERY individual in the United States of America, and not just the RICH—the rich white who had a 500 year head start to make it in this world as opposed to the “minorities”. The minorities who are still enslaved in the system, underrepresented, and lied to constantly by the media.
Don’t let Aiyana be the first of many before you WAKE UP. Something needs to be done so things like this don’t happen again. It was bad enough for Rodney King to be directly attacked by the police, but taking the life of a sweet child “by accident” with a shot from the outside when you were fully aware there was children is nothing but hatred. Open your eyes.
Spread the word.
Don’t accept this as okay. Create a change.
a 7 year old child was taken from us because of blatant disregard for black life by the police. i am sad, enraged and exhausted. However as we all well know the white supremacy police brutality playbook is well known. Our most viable and effective counter strategies have been laid out in detail. I plead w/ my brothers and sisters for proper execution.
But I want to talk to Aiyana. Aiyana i want you to know that many of your brothers and sisters that you may or may not have known that you had are holding you very close to their hearts right now. Please understand we are seeking justice for you and as you are being taken to the ancestors know that you will be safe and wont be lonely. Everything will be fine. Transition well little sister. We will be with you son. Ase
MY TRUTH- REST IN JUSTICE PRINCESS AIYANA: As I went through my day, my heart ached and I was saddened for the fallen martyr “Princess” Aiyana Jones. As I went through my day I felt gut wrenching, heart twisting pain that I’m sure was channeled from an ancestor on the day her child was sold away. And as I looked at my own children ages 6, 4, and 2, I couldn’t help but think about the Jones family.
I decided to break this tragic news to my children during our evening discussion, as they prepared for bed an hour ago. You see, I am a parent that KNOWS it’s critical to keep children abreast of news and aware of the struggle. I warned them that I had something sad to share before I summarized the MSNBC report, and presented the now famous image of Princess Aiyana standing in front of two animated princesses. My two oldest children immediately began linking this injustice to the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. They asked me “how” and “why”…and I told them, the same racism that fueled slavery and the “treatment during Dr. King’s times” never died.
I told them I was preparing to write this piece about Princess Aiyana, and they each asked if they could write a letter to her. So these are the letters Donovan and Daymion dictated to me on 5/17/10 at 8:45pm. When you read them you will see why I wept as I hugged them extra tight:
Dear Little Aiyana:
You are so smart. I just want to cry at what the police did to you. You are cute. You are the greatest little girl.
Donovan (6 years old)
P.S. You look just like Darielle in my class.
I just want to say you’re so great at math. I just want to cry with blinds [sic]. I just wish you could stay alive and they didn’t shoot and kill you. I want you to be alive forever and ever and ever. I just want to give you a flower today.
Daymion (4 years old)
Where should I start¿?
I arose to my faux wood shaded walls
Window open…listening as the water falls
From the sky, rolling on cloulds like light blue & white cheeks
6:30 am…awake from the nights sleep
As the sun makes its way over the mountains into the valley that I reside
The dusk turns to dawn…and it seems as the night cried
As the gray overcast sets the tone of the broken hearted
All Black attire is a reminder of the recent departed
Brown skin, so young, not even half of my cousins age
Intellegent mind set…an unwritten book with unfinished pages
Who knows where to put the blame¿?
Blue & Red lights…a flash bang
Altercation ends with a slug in a girls brain
Serve & Protect¿?
Get served…protect they own assets
Or better yet…lack of Re-Spect
Even heard the white coats came quick with the hospital rush
Pronounced DOA…fuck autotune…I have bigger issues than that
Realizing that its a crime to be black…
Punishable by death it seems
Even moving alil white can get one life in pursuit of green
Innocent child victims…
Funeral arrangements are always fucked up
Asking a mother which color casket to pick from
Then you can watch the family nut up
Reflecting on the occurence that caused the current crisis
How carelessness has taken the color from out her iris
And its damn near on a daily you hear about this shyt
Until it hits home…
Then you’ll be fed up with this bullshyt!!!
From Coach @BilalSankofa
LIFES greatest fear is that when she dies
that that is HER will become NOTHING.
A Manifest ZERO.
Sadly, Death is the HERU that springs life into existence.
We’ve been taught that we evolved from ZERO
that when we die we will return to ZERO
There in that thought LIES our problem
Subconsciously we were filled with the FEAR of being reduced to a ZERO
Oh but the Circle of Life
The Circle of Life
But NOW take a moment & think deepl, ponder, toil over & reflect over all that that is YOU.
What goes around comes around.
Grandma LIVES in YOU!
Grandpa LIVES in YOU!
All YOUR grandparents dated back to FOREVER are ALIVE through and In YOU!!
They are ALIVE but you perceive it not.
If we ask the sound of sound
The drummers kick & snare
The rhythm of the strings on the bass
The melodies tinkling over the keys of the key board
If we asked all of them & listened deeply
SOUND would reply: I come from nowhere; I have ALWAYS been here waiting for the right conditions to process me into the NOW!
When conditions are sufficient, we manifest
When conditions are no longer sufficient, we no longer manifest.
It does not mean that we no longer exist- but like the sound of sound, without the proper instrument we do not manifest.
All that we are depends on causes & conditions.
All that has existed before-exists now & all that will ever exist in the future are all connected.
If a baby does not make it to full term
We must not mourn for too long for WE KNOW that there was not sufficient causes & conditions to fully bloom at that time, She will COME AGAIN.
Everything done in the dark will soon come to light.
We must always remember the knowledge of this ZERO is the Circle of Life
This 360 Degree Circle of Life
The Ying & Yang
The wisdom of the WE
The OURS goes on forever.
Don’t fall off into the darkness of confusion for that will only be a 180, a complete about face, an incomplete journey traveled halfway, a half circle.
Family, it all lives in this metaphorical ZERO
This Circle of Life.
KNOW then, that there is NO BIRTH!
There is NO DEATH!
There is no COMING nor GOING!
There is neither SAME nor DIFFERENT!
There is NO BEGINNING!
There is NO ENDING!
IT IS THAT IT IS!
Princess Aiyana Jones Transitioned so that we may learn HOW TO LIVE.
Mourn OUR DEATH but REJOICE in her giving all of us LIFE & Returning to FOREVER.
Nkonso Nkonso: We are forever linked like links in a chain.
Coach Bilal Sankofa
They call them flash
Took her breath
Designed to paralyze by fear.
Has spilled onto the streets.
In a flash.
There is something about Aiyana Jones. There is this feeling, this motivation, this energy circulating around this situation. People know and understand that she is not the first to be murdered in Babylon by terrorists in uniforms given authority sanctioned by the state – more commonly referred to as ‘police’ [see Sean Bell, Oscar Grant…Jerean Baker]. And somewhere in the deep recesses of our mind, no matter how it hurts, we know that she will probably not be the last…
So what is it about this beautiful, black, 7 year old princess named Aiyana Jones? What we feel is bigger than Aiyana. Make no mistake, this is ABOUT Aiyana, but it is BIGGER than Aiyana.
It is what she represents: Countless, unknown/un-named children being murdered in malicious fashion by police (and niggas alike). Her death represents the vicious disregard for black life, the flagrant nonchalance toward innocence.
She is the sleeping giant – look what they did, look what we’ve allowed, look at where we must go.
Her murder is reality, but the manner in which she was murdered is symbolic – colonialism, slavery, jim crow, racism, self hatred can all be found in the depths of this story. So what is it about Aiyana Jones…she’s is us; ourselves, our daughters, our sisters, our nieces, our cousins, our generation, our people. BIGGER.
Aiyana Jones – In Lak Esh [You Are My Other Me]. And that is where this energy emerges. We know, whether consciously or not, that Aiyana is who we are.
There is no justice for Aiyana Jones, just as there is no justice for our people…and if there is no justice there can be no peace in Babylon. We cannot rest, or become complacent. We must speak her name aloud. We must remember. We must build.
“Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.” – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Imagine sending your daughter to bed and wrapping her up in her favorite Disney blanket. Imagine kissing her on the forehead and envisioning a prosperous future for her. Picture doing all of these things and when you awake in the morning she is no longer with you. Envision being Charles Jones, the father of Aiyana, and having to lie face down in your daughter’s blood as police officers mimicking military soldiers treat your family like enemy combatants in a war zone. Or Mertilla Jones, Aiyana’s grandmother, forced to go through 12 hours of police interrogations, because inept officers wanted to cover up their wrong doings. This is the story of Aiyana Stanley Jones, a beautiful 7 year old girl who was murdered in cold blood by the Detroit Police Department.
As this painful ordeal continues to unfold, several questions are left to be asked. Why was such force needed to be used with a child in the home? If officers were aware of the suspect’s location in the adjoining apartment, then why was the home of Aiyana raided?
I am hurt, angered, and confused by this tragedy. Aiyana’s death haunts me because I see her all around me. My friend who has a 3 year old daughter; every time I think of the possibility of something similar happening to her tears immediately begin to fill my eyes. I have a cousin the same age as Aiyana; the mere thought of him being stripped away from me is unfathomable. This affliction makes me ponder on my 9 year old god-sister, who has the world before her, imagining that her future could be taken by heartless individuals is unbearable. We all know Aiyanas and unfortunately we have heard Aiyana’s story too many times.
With pain in my heart and anger in my spirit I write these words to awaken you. I write these words to keep the story of Aiyana alive. I write these words in the name of our ancestors who have witnessed these abominations and are crying out. I write these words to my future children who may someday read this and realize the fragility of their lives. I write these words as a covenant to protect them by any means necessary and ensure that their future will be just as bright as their smiling faces.
There is a lot to be said more about the black intellectual experience in the US. What a lot of American Blacks don’t understand is the class system being built around education. In so many ways, Brown v. Topeka(1954) has been rendered null and void. Although, the 1954 Brown v. The Board of Education ruling overturned segregation, in a de jure sense, in practice, its sway and influence began to decline after 1970. During the 1990s, school districts that had chosen voluntary desegregation programs were attacked with litigation by schools that sought to remain segregated such as the case Swann v. Charlotte-Mecklenburg, North Carolina. The impact of white flight from districts with predominantly black neighborhoods has lowered racial intermixing on a social level (mumford1.dyndns.org).
The highest rate of segregation appears to occur in large Northern metropolitan areas that are surrounded by white suburban areas. The findings of the 1974 Milliken Supreme court decision stands, a finding that forbids desegregation plans that cross school district lines. This creates a condition where densely populated areas of Blacks are unable to benefit from interacting with their white counter parts if the suburbs and the city are in differing districts. (colorlines.com)
So, in effect, you have a situaton where three-hundred and plus years of murder if you read, plus another hundred and plus years of schools that received low funding if at all by the government, and now a slight hundred years after that we have the same sort of thing. With the culture of anti-intellectualism being a customary for most cultures(the Khazarians killed their intellectual children), many in the American Black community have begun to define Black in manners that imply lack of intelligence, reason, or informed civility. The term “savage”, and phrases like “zero understanding” reflect this internalizing of the plight that American Blacks have had to face in gaining proper tools to become educated in a systematic manner outside of religious dogma and traditional American Black culture. Given that only 30% of the total population is degreed, and around 52% are high school educated, even with “street smarts”, the advantages of those who are able to obtain a foothold in this treacherous playing field of cultural capital hide and go seek are indeed great.
The same effects as what we might see in India with the “untouchables” begins to occur. Even at a possibly worse pitch due to the nature of inculcation. WHen a group of people that are as insular as the American Black population, with an extremely limited ability to influence and direct self-determination, begin to treat education in the same manner as the marginally-attached, then no matter how few accept this mentality, it will extend beyond those few “talented” ones. Class capitalism is as much about customs and culture as it is about wealth. With the legal system in the hands of the white wealthy, it is difficult to foretell if the American Black will be able to use criminal means to create a foothold as have the original British, French, and Spanish settlers, and all other European entities after them. Although there is an understandable degree of fear shared among the working and professional class of Blacks for those found in the urban setting, it would be more plausible for that group to build libraries and develop a leisure class outside of dependence on white american consumer marketing.
Land is land. Buildings are buildings. People make communities. The danger of any community is not in poorly built structures, that is to say outside of natural disasters of course. The danger is in the lack of respect for life. However, we have seen this lack of respect for life in everything that is human. Murdering one’s on kin is not the monopoly of the American BLack. The very term Anglo-Saxon is a reflection of gang/tribal warfare. Yet, without a balance of notions of what one can accomplish, without a discipline of thought, without an understanding of the power being weilded by outsiders via consumer marketing, the next generation of American Blacks might as all be murdered at seven by the police. They will either be dead, or serve the market in prison, or serve the market in stratafied housing zones and job placements. Those who succeed to rise above their brothers and sisters will be no different than the slave who slept in the attic of the master’s home one the plantation. They will be forced to drink beers and smile with the true power holders no matter the position of the member of the power holding race.
I was involved in a pretty interesting conversation today on twitter(I know, I know…). It came to be through a disagreement of sorts between one of the above. Ultimately, the basics of the conversation surrounded the gender of god(not going to touch that here, sorry) and it became a discussion on the various means in which knowledge is disseminated throughout the black community.
As I have, by some unforeseen occurrence, maybe a strange alignment of stars, become a college advocate, I by know means think that college is the only way by which a person can acquire knowledge. Especially when we are discussing acquiring in depth knowledge. I do however feel that an understanding of discipline with regards to acquiring reasoning and expertise within a field of study should be meted out. As a person who is constantly bombarded with shallow research and limited amounts of reflection due to youtube, I can’t simply agree that knowledge can just be grasped by all in any manner. I find myself not really even debating, just explaining that just because some guy on youtube said it was so, doesn’t mean it is. Also, I know that we all wish to simply explain all the facts of politics away with phrases such as, “Them illuminatis” or whatever secret society and lizard to human morphing aliens from a star system near mars did it. As much as I would love to say that Michael Steele is a robot being controlled in a like manner as those in the movie, “Surrogate”, without further research and credible evidence, I’ll have to suspend judgment on that issue.
I have been attacked for pointing out the logical flaws within arguments with “that euro-thinking”. It moves me to laughter and pity because logic was brought to Greece through Plato, and Plato studied with the Kimitians(Ancient Egyptian) Priests. There was no body of science or reasoning before the students of the Temple of Luxor came into that knowledge. If the original point of a thing is African, then shouldn’t it be regarded as such? If I plagiarize an idea, and after a long time being given credit for that idea, it is found that I did such a thing as fib and steal, then shouldn’t the credit for that idea be given BACK to its rightful owners? As such I believe that logical reasoning, and the dialectical practices built from it be given back to their rightful owners. If I point out your fallacious reasoning, I’m not being “euro-minded”, I’m actually being “afro-centric”…you’re forgiven…
Now, that that is out of the way.
The universe doesn’t change every time a European studies it. Well, it might, but most likely in no way different than when a person of any other national ethnic grouping studies it. The point of even differentiating knowledge sources from the militant black stance was to analyze the propaganda of white supremacy. This doesn’t mean that every European based study is anti-African. Any study from anywhere including a Black person can be detrimental and used as a means to control, conquer, and or capitalize on another. When we analyze European patterns of control and dominance, we need to be careful not to throw the blunt skin out with the tobacco. Everything that has developed in Europe is not anti-Afrikan.
It would seem as though every college educated person has to inherit the label of trying to be white if they take their academic performance to the level of internalization. The more one sees themselves as an intellectual with a university level education, the more white they have to be! How many self-hates did you take this morning!!?? Maybe it is just a Black person wants to be trained or educated in a university. Ever hear of Kwame Nkrumah or Cheik Anta Diop? Both were masterminds, both highly regarded in pan-Afrikan circles as purveyors of Afrikan scholarship and both trained in “white” universities. I guess one might go so far as to say Cheik Anta Diop had a “euro-minded”, european educated mentality…I mean the Elder Scholar did continuously argue to get that god awful thing of a Ph.D. from Paris, France. How european can ya get!!?
Let’s be clear: knowledge is knowledge. The manner in which information is disseminated SHOULD be studied, and careful scrutiny in the form of questions such as “why is this being said?”, “who is this benefiting?” and the like. But most importantly, if you really want to be Black and Proud, ask yourself how you can remix it for your people.
There is a guy who played with hot wheels and tonka trunks during his childhood. He only had a couple and had to trade other children for theirs in order to possess more. He spent a considerable amount of time playing “that’s my car” while growing up. He didn’t study Neitchze like myself, or ponder the ideas of Elijah Muhammad like me, but he studied the make and model of all of the lines of Mustang and Impala. He can tell you which types of exhaust pipes you should purchase, just as fast I can tell you which speech a particular quote of Malcolm came from.
And when I went out and got a degree, he went to work and bought a real car. He put as much work into that car as I have put into this blog and my literary career. He put those big rims on his car, like I’m putting all of these big thoughts into your head. That guy is one of my best friends.
My interests don’t have to be the interests of every member of the black race. That should not be a consideration, actually. The customs and cultures of every people on the face of the earth at some point converge the material. Is the Mexican any less a contributor to his community because he has mastered the art of car design? Is the white guy who has been practicing his pitch since he was in the backyard throwing wiffle balls at his father’s hands any less a contributor to his race because he plays baseball?
My “blackness” is not a limit, it is not a “scope”. There is no range of expression. I am black. The apple is an apple because it is. We as a people who have been forced to unite under very trying conditions should still not be forced to have to act and like the same things. As a political group, sure, there are things that I expect…being able to dance isn’t one of them. Sorry.
There is this dichotomy within the American Black community that has to be addressed. My background doesn’t infringe on my foreground, the universe is the greatest artist and writer. My story is perfect for the universe. My degree, my educated-ness doesn’t stop me from walking through the projects and my family waving at me.
Sure, I can write in syncopated seconds, and enunciate every syllable with a crispness that would make Frederick Douglas proud. I can also cook crack and bring it back with at least a two third measure extra on it. Now what?
My political ties to the Black peoples of the US do not infringe my habits, or hobbies. I define Black. I add to and take from that definition by my presence and activity. I create the new paradigms that others will CHOOSE to conform to. I borrow from other cultures what I feel like, and remix them with a Mile Davis cut, and give them to you in my Malcolm X voice.
I am Black by social conditions, I am ME by universal law.