Brother Askia’s answer to the question should Black people work in American law enforcement and military.
Brother Askia’s answer to the question should Black people work in American law enforcement and military.
Dr. Amos Wilson reveals the fundamental basis and cause & reason for the unfortunate circumstances of self hate among people of African decent.
The Black man and the Black woman are still in a peculiar economic and social position across the entire globe. As the African Union is currently making dynamic strides and strong political moves to solidify a much long overdue stake-hold of the great continent of resource rich Africa, the Black world is still positioned to beg for change instead of creating it for themselves.
The African American Union is nowhere to be found. While the resources of Africa are still being squabbled over, and their Black political body seems to be continuing their own economic and sociopolitical fight to retrieve what was lost, the economic and sociopolitical body of Black American is still maintained within the crux of a dominant white and Eurocentric value system. The Black American still to this day finds him and herself evaluating his and her success against the white man and the white woman. It appears that it will be another fifteen generations until the Black man and woman in America understand that it is only through ethnocentric reevaluation from which true cultural and community wealth is built. The Black man and woman have not learned this and much of the problem can be attributed to the psychic violence against Black people from the omnipresent barrage of American popular culture, which teaches everyone to believe in their own individuality and self success attaining prowess. This ideology is suitable for many white people, but is not for the majority of Black people. Black people as a community cannot afford to uplift one singular individual up and out of the Black community. That process of elimination is nothing more than an exiting of our most valuable resource and that is the successful and economically enriching human resource. Our community mechanism is a very different one from any other and it is imperative to maintain our most precious assets as much as possible. These individuals must be able to bring back to the Black community what they have obtained and intelligently diffuse their wealth in a manner which will benefit them as well as the community as a whole. The Chinese and the Koreans do it, so can we.
The Washington Post recently published a series of articles about the economic downfall of homeowners living in Prince George’s County, Maryland, just outside of Washington DC.
Prince George’s County, historically within the last twenty years, was known as the neighborhood with the largest concentration of Black millionaires. Unfortunately when the subprime lending scandal blew over and many homeowners lost their home equity, Prince George’s County was one neighborhood that was hit the hardest. The predominately white communities surrounding the predominately Black enclaves have been able to recoup the majority of their equity since, however the Black neighborhoods have not been. The main reason is because no one wants to move into an all Black neighborhood simply because of this country’s racist psychology about Black people. This Black neighborhood boycott has kept the property value down in this particular neighborhood and the homeowners who have managed to stay are at their wits end. The problem is also compounded by Black people who flee the neighborhood, and rightfully so if they believe they are ruining their children’s future, and the Black people who boycott the neighborhood and choose to buy in the predominately white community believing their home equity is safer there. It is understandable to make these decisions from an individual standpoint, but this thinking only furthers the vulnerability of the Black community. It renders the Black communities as nothing more than neighborhoods, until another group buys in and creates a community out of what we have disposed of.
It is situations like the one in Prince George’s county when an African American Union would have probably done some good. Their could have been an effort to garner some financial and homeowner guidance to the community which could have educated them about the reality of American homeownership and real estate. The fact is that affluent Black people love to live around other affluent Black people and it is more important to protect the fact than to wish it the best and let it fend for itself. Those homeowners could have had an educated and culturally responsible real estate professional inform them of some of the pitfalls of refinancing and accepting new mortgage terms with new lenders. They could have probably been educated on the fact that home equity is not as important as holding on to the tangible asset of the actual home and the land in order to pass on to their children. They could have been informed of the reality of debt and how to manage it in a mature way so that even after accepting an initial loan that may have been out of reach when they first signed, that the community could have pooled their money together to save itself in entirety.
We must come together in order to defend ourselves from the economic and psychic violence which has plagued us for five hundred years. Too many of us are economically vulnerable and psychologically misguided. We can only reshape our children’s destinies for the better if we form true Black communities and work for ourselves together.
You are scared, Black America. Not me. I am a fearless warlord bent on the overthrow of all of my enemies. I will take absolutely no prisoners. This warning goes for all who transgress my will, including the Black man who is loyal to my enemies. I write this to you in plain English. Take heed!
I am the Mau Mau. I am a nation within my own self. My borders are universal. I defend my borders to the death and I will not die. I impose strict tariffs on foreign exchanges. I set rigid embargoes on transgressive aliens. I do not invite the merchant from outside of my own market. He and his children are not welcome to satellite just beyond my horizons. This is no empire or kingdom. This is the law of the universe. Anyone who does not obey will be struck down and so will their descendants. There is no economy without my own permission.
My market only adheres to the Mau Mau codes. Mau Mau markets only. That means no products in or out that are not products of Mau Mau. The penalty for not observing this simple code is annihilation.
The border of Mau Mau is unlimited. Wherever there is Mau Mau there is Mau Mau law. This simple understanding will not be misunderstood by anyone, or else face extermination.
Tariffs in excess are imposed on all foreigners. These levies must be paid and all tolls must be garnished by the rule of Mau Mau. Any deviation of this directive will result in execution.
An embargo on all products alien to Mau Mau is predetermined by Mau Mau law. There is no inspection and only an exclusion of all alien products. Any breach of this statute is subject to the policy of immediate eradication.
I am Mau Mau and this is my eternal will.
“In my opinion, not only in Mississippi and Alabama, but even right here in New York City you and I can best learn how to get real freedom by studying how Kenyatta brought it to his people in Kenya, and how Odinga helped him, and the excellent job that was done by the Mau Mau Freedom Fighters. In fact, that’s what we need in Mississippi… In Mississippi we need a Mau Mau. In Alabama we need a Mau Mau. In Georgia we need a Mau Mau. Right here in Harlem in New York City we need a Mau Mau.” – Malcolm X
“Con coco o sin coco?” Is what brothers and sisters ask when you ask them if they have any weed to smoke in the Dominican Republic. With cocaine or without cocaine? In the Dominican Republic cocaine is a more socially accepted drug of choice than marijuana. Weed is actually looked down upon in the way smoking crack is looked upon here in the United States. This was a very bizarre state of affairs when I realized the ramifications of such a construct. This meant that in the Dominican Republic, I was a crack head and the coke heads were the laid back stoners. My how the truth can be malleable and ambiguously obscure.
When I went to a close friend’s potluck a week ago, who is actually Dominican himself, I kept hearing him and his cousin yell out “I’m in love with the coco!” They finally played the video for everyone and we all were glued to the monitor as we watched a man sitting at a kitchen table with his friends, seemingly spreading powdered cocaine over it with playing cards and rolling up blunts. How simply sensational of a sight I thought! Who cannot relate to this image? How can you not see how relevant this scene is? I thought all of this at the same time as I thought how disgusting the video was. The mundaneness of what Hip Hop or Rap has degraded to. Who could support such garbage! These were the conflicting debates floating in my mind as I continued to stare and listen to what one of our good friends from college described as a nursery rhyme. He was right. The lyrics were so simple a two year old could recite and comprehend them after one listen. It was actually kind of disturbing to think of the influence this video will have on younger viewers.
It was stuck in my head. I walked home with my girlfriend singing “I’m in love with the coco” out loud. We would both laugh and shake our heads at our own senseless embarrassment and juxtaposed affinity for the simple yet catchy tune. I asked her to play it again when we got home. We watched the whole thing, twice. I watched it again, alone with my headphones. I bobbed my head. I lip synced the single syllable lyrics to myself. I smiled at the screen. I enjoyed it. It was addictive.
The beat! The foundation of the auditory retention is the low frequency of the sub bass line in the background music. The engineer of the musical score synthesized the reverberations of the low tones very well, and in unison the sound effects which work congruently with the bass are mesmerizing. If there were no lyrics, the song will still have a profound affect onto the listener. I can imagine watching the video with the instrumental only and still fully understanding the theme of the song. Without a doubt, like many other current rap hits, the beat carries the song and without it I sincerely believe it would not work or feel the same. The producer and his engineer did an excellent job.
The lyrics are simple, as already stated. However, the lyrics are contrasting to what is the current political atmosphere in the Black community. Whether Genasis intended to cause a debate or not is not the question. He has most certainly done so. While at my friend’s potluck, I recall a divide amongst all who were watching the video. Some loved it. Some hated it. I did find myself somewhere in the middle. The melody of the lyrics and the cadence of the rhyme took me back to “con coco o sin coco” in the Dominican Republic. It reminded me of a time and place when and where I was unsure of my political stance on drugs and what is socially on the fence, and what is totally overboard. I will not promote violence and I believe guns should be used only for protection, however I was reminded of the G Thang video when the guy had the pistol tucked into the back of his pants while working the barbecue pit. The guns looked real and I looked at them closely. I was drawn to them the same way I have always been when watching a movie or television show. This video was no different. This was a good rap video. If we must separate Hip Hip and Rap to achieve a sense of clarity and social aptness in our culture and responsibility to our community then I say this is an excellent rap video.
Whether Genasis will stand the test of the fickle music industry is oh but yet to be seen. I for one could not care less how things play out, but best of luck to him and his family. As for this record, very disturbing yet highly intriguing. It is extremely interesting how the same thing can be done in so many ways and still one out of the million appears and feels so different. This one was like tasting something different in a corner store bottled water and thinking “wow, what is this?” Only to look and see it is Poland Spring with a new logo and feeling unconsciously satisfied with what you perceive as something new.