Chinweizu raises an interesting point:
“Negrophobia and blancophilia are…conditioned responses to white power and black powerlessness. In a sad case of stimulus substitution, the responses to superior power have become transferred to white skin, and those of powerlessness have become transferred to black skin.”
I do disagree with the notion that the Whites suffer from negrophobia in the same manner that I would disagree that every one that wants to rid the planet of homosexuals is suffering from “homophobia”. Alas, the virtue of the European, or Westerner, or what have you, has been an insatiable lust for violence. The moral code of capitalism, the height of this particular groupings eco-socio-sphere, has been capsulized by Darwin. Thusly, “Survival of the fittest”. Indeed, an Owl feeding on the bottom tier of his food chain has more humanity;at least the owl feels the pain of that which it has been forced by Life itself to sustain itself by. A feat we have yet to witness from the barbarism of those we wish to imitate. I would render that Blacks, throughout the global ecosystem, are victims of not blancophilia, but negrophobia. And I would assert in comitance with that statement, that whites, have developed a policy of blancophilia.
Further, as a solution, it must be the intrinsic and organically demonstrated duty of the Black members, the only True Natives of the planet, that if they wish to succeed in existing among a group of people with such genocidal appetites that they develop a culture and return to the asili of Black Love. This is not a formula based on idealism, it is a practical doctrine premised on the fact that unified and organized peoples with a determined focused to love a similar presence have been able to conquer great oppressors. We have seen it in Muhammad’s Arabia, in Saladin’s Arabia, Ramses’ Kimit, and in Candace’s Ethiopia.
What many of us must understand is the degree of, negrophobia, but Blackacidal tendencies locked within the structure of the caste system of the global social ecosystem. As an example of the intensity that this Blackacidal ideological manifests, I quote the words of a man that claims to be Black and his justification for adhering to the policies and principles of elitism that is nothing more than caste system ideology hiding under capitalistic values:
“All my life, for as long as I can remember, I grew up thinking that there existed only two types of black people: those who passed the ‘brown paper bag and ruler test’ and those who didn’t. Those who were members of the black elite. And those who weren’t…
Even though it was 1968, a period of unrest for many blacks throughout the country, Great-grandmother–like the blue-veined crowd that she was proud to belong to–seemed, at times to be totally divorced from the black anxiety and misery that we saw on the TV news and in the papers. In public and around us children, her remarks often suggested that she was satisfied with the way things were. She often said she didn’t think much of the civil rights movement(‘I don’t see anything civil about a bunch of nappy-headed Negroes screaming and marching around in the streets’), even though I later learned that she and her church friends often gave money to the NAACP, the Urban League, and other groups that fought segregation. She said she didn’t think much of Marvin Gaye or Aretha Franklin or their loud Baptist music(‘When are we going to get beyond all this low-class, Baptist, spiritual-sounding rock and roll music?’), even though she would sometimes attend Baptist services. She was proud when a black man finally won an Academy Award, but was disappointed that Sidney Poitier seemed so dark and wet with perspiration when he was interviewed after receiving the honor.”
These unfortunately self-despising words, these words of a Blackacidal nature, where written in the book entitled, “Our Kind of People” by Lawrence Otis Graham. As we look at these words, and dissect each and every sentence for the purpose of understanding, we must, I quote my Self, WE MUST, be ever mindful of the tone with which the author writes them, the contradictions laden therein, as well as the intention of the author to prescribe a thinking pattern for those who wish to partake in the Blackacidal caste system of the Global Western Domination. The author, writer Graham, explains to us that during the time of 1968, the same year the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated, the same year that Blacks sought to seek justice beyond policy writing and allowing their wives to be bitten by dogs and levitated by water hoses, his Great-grandmother, I take fault here, his proudly blue-veined grand-mother was totally satisfied with the conditions that gave rise to the zeitgeist. As we witness the white terrorism of the United States brewing over like a pot of tea being prepared by an inebriated chef oscillating in and out of consciousness, we must ask ourselves who are those among us that think like this. If the tumultuous 1960s could produce such numbed minds, I like to call them numbed skulls, then we must accept that during more tepid times more of this thinking has abounded. Who are the Black Elite? Who are the Elitist committing Blackacide in our very midst? Who are they whose thoughts are like hollow point tips loaded into a chamber of a gun off safety aimed at your sons and daughters? Who is thinking the very thought that Louis Farrakhan was thinking when he describes himself “creating an atmosphere of murder”? Who are those that through socialization cannot part with the thought that a poor man, a once imprisoned man was their teacher and had decided move beyond his own teacher? Who are those that through socialization can’t stand to listen to a Black person being culturally black because they possibly weren’t enculturate into the more commonly Blacktastic creative and rhythmical expressions? Is it truly an argument against the monolithic culture of Blacks? Or is it really simply a disdain for Black culture in pursuit of advantages being dropped like crumbs from the table of white America?
The writer Graham explains to us that in his mind there have always been two separate but distinct Black Americas: one elite, and one not elite. I ask those that are reading this to decide: which one do you belong to? How can you tell? Are you attempting to break into that world of antipathetic souls unable to muster a feeling for, not the Black Panthers, but the Civil Rights Leaders? Let me know please.