Power Of The Black Collective — changingthenarrative

I am a dark skin black woman who was born in the UK and was raised in the USA. I moved back to the UK and have been living in the UK since 2006. I do not identify with being American or British because neither of the two respect or honor black people and wish […]

I am so lucky to be raised in USA because it has opened to eyes to see how black people in the UK are treated and we are NOT treated better than black people in USA. We are systematically kept from connecting with each other and realizing our potential as well as knowing and learning from each other.

via Power Of The Black Collective — changingthenarrative

This bears repeating!

“We are systematically kept from connecting with each other and realizing our potential as well as knowing and learning from each other.”

And by this, she means that we are SEGREGATED from each other! Never mind being ‘segregated’ from the whites. I’d love that! I wish we’d always been ‘segregated’ from the whites. If we had, we would not be where we are now. Segregation was more helpful for us than we will ever know.

What does segregation mean?

the enforced separation of different racial groups in a country, community, or establishment.

the action or state of setting someone or something apart from other people or things or being set apart.

Because we allowed ourselves to fall for the whites’ shit in supposedly ‘desegregating’ us from them, what we allowed to happen was the fact that we ‘segregated’ ourselves from one another. After that, we became enemies. Where once we looked out for one another, now we no longer are willing to help pull each other up. We look at one another as enemies instead while the whites sit back in glee and watch us crash and burn.

All you need do is take a look around and see why ‘desegregation’ was not a good thing for Amerikkkan descendants of slaves because for those of you who grew up in the 70s and early 80s, tell me how many Black prostitutes, homeless people and drug addicts did you see? I can honestly say that when I was growing up, I never saw a prostitute or a homeless person. In fact, it was when I was almost an adult was when I first became aware of drugs and that was in the mid 80s when I heard about crack. I had only heard of weed once before I was married and my ex-husband’s friend asked him if he could smoke some weed in our house and I said, “Hell no! We don’t allow smoking in here!” The first I heard about weed was when I found out that my baby sister had been smoking it with her boyfriend, but even then I didn’t even know what it was. That’s how clueless I’ve always been about illicit drugs and why I am SO against drugs, it ain’t even funny.

Maybe because I am from a small town and not a big city is why I was never bombarded with all of the horrors that can be found in big cities. Yes, my baby sister did eventually take up crack, but that was after I was gone from the home and so no, crackheads were certainly not streaming past me every single day. I had to hear by way of a long distance telephone call that my sister was on crack and I’m like, “What’s that?” Nowadays, who the hell can say that? We allowed the whites to introduce that shit into our communities and it was to get us to fall apart in more ways than one and that is exactly what happened.

When we were segregated from the whites and had our own communities, we were the better off for it. There were no whites in my neighborhood and we all got along. Neighbors looked out for the children of their neighbors. Backyard barbecues became neighborhood barbecues, but that does not happen now and do you know why? Look where we’re at? In HUD housing slums. In inner city hovels owned by slumlords that do nothing but collect the rent and take it back to their gated communities. When I was growing up, Black people owned their own homes, businesses and invested in one  another.

A sad fact is that the Black people of yesteryear who were school teachers, lawyers, doctors, business owners and well-paid factory workers are either elderly and ailing or dead and what’s out here now can’t even read, “See Dick and Jane run!” Now how sad is that? There is no such thing as an inner city education. There is no such thing as a two-parent household. There is no such thing as a mother going to school when the teacher sends home an adverse report card on their child. If I brought home a report card that didn’t look right, my mother made it her business to be over at the school getting to the bottom of why because I was always a straight A student, on Honor Roll and some more shit! Likewise, I was the same way with my son, but that cannot be going down with what I see happening with Black children today. And how I know this is because I have ridden city buses when school was let out and the Black children on those buses were screaming, cussing, yelling, fighting and carrying on. That would not have been going on in my day. That wasn’t even going on in my son’s day, but it sure as hell is going down today.

What in the world do you think is going to come out of that? Certainly not another Maya Angelou, nor another Frederick Douglass, Richard Wright, Ralph Ellison, Zora Neale Hurston, James Baldwin, Alice Walker, Octavia Butler, Alex Haley and I could go on and on. But there will be none to follow them if our children are allowed to drop out of school or be herded from a classroom straight into a prison cell simply because we are aiding and abetting the white man in his continued enslavement of our minds, our bodies and our souls. We were better than what we are becoming. We were never, as a people, down for disrespecting our bodies, flaunting our wares to all and sundry, taking up the perversions of the sick whites who are a given when it comes to debauchery, sadism, masochism and all things perverted and unnatural. That was never who we were and I damn sure as hell refuse to take that shit up and neither should you. If you have to stand alone, then stand alone, but it is much better to stand alone than to descend into the depths of depravity which is where the white man can be found; lasciviously salivating over ALL that is perverse, deviant, warped, twisted and sick. And that is what the whites want for us. Just look around you because it is ALL around you! Black rappers are mostly gay. The Black man is becoming emasculated right before our very eyes. Beautiful Black women are being encouraged to mate with white parasites and they are doing so and what they are helping to produce is not even entirely human. For what could be brought forth from whites when all you need do is look around at what is going down with this planet to see what makes whites tick; greed, death, disease and destruction. That is all you will get from whites and the proof is what you see each and every day when you open your eyes. They promote nothing but evil, wars and hatred because that is what they are. But that was never us and it is certainly nothing that we should be having anything to do with or even get next to.

If there is to be any segregation, then segregate yourselves from your mortal foe; the white man. But never segregate yourselves from each other. Come together and get back to understanding that we must find what we once shared. We have got to reach out and help one another because we only have enemies outside of our kind and our kind are those of us who are Amerikkkan descendants of slaves. No one on this planet has the background that we do and no one can understand us like we can understand each other if only we will open our eyes, our hearts and our minds to the fact that we need to get it together, my people! I truly hope that we can. Prove me right, I beg you!

The Forgotten Tale of How Black Psychiatrists Helped Make Sesame Street, the children’s television show entranced preschoolers—and helped teach impressionable black kids. — The Most Revolutionary Act

Photo Illustration by The Daily Beast/Photos Getty In the wake of the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. on April 4, 1968, a newly formed group called the Black Psychiatrists of America began to challenge their white colleagues to think about racism in a new way. Its members had been discussing for some time the […]

via The Forgotten Tale of How Black Psychiatrists Helped Make Sesame Street, the children’s television show entranced preschoolers—and helped teach impressionable black kids. — The Most Revolutionary Act

Below is a comment I posted on this article.

“There is no way that Black people, who are mentally ill, can go to whites and expect and receive help because the main reason why many Black people are mentally ill is due to the horrendous racism that we are exposed to, constantly. How then are we supposed to get relief from the very ones who are why we are mentally ill?

When I was in Minnesota, my cousin was seeing white mental health ‘care’ professionals and they filled him so full of poisons, I went to that mental health ‘care’ facility and threw fits. I pointed out the obvious in that the place was filled to bursting with descendants of slaves who had been sent to that facility by the courts which are set up to set up descendants of slaves. I pointed out the fact that there were no Black doctors or therapists on staff and I even filed a complaint with the board. I’ll have you know that the next time I visited that establishment with my cousin, he was asked if he wanted to see a BLACK psychiatrist and a BLACK therapist. There had been none before that time! I refuse to sit somewhere and allow us to get mistreated. If we don’t speak up for ourselves, we will continue to be mistreated and I am having none of it!

He now has to see a Black psychiatrist via Skype since no Black psychiatrist in their right mind would come down here to Hillbilly Hollow, but he requested to see a Black psychiatrist and even though it is via Skype, that is who he is seeing. He requested a Black case manager and that is who he has. His primary care doctor is Black and everyone he sees for his care is Black. We insist upon it and we ALWAYS will. If one refuses to come to us, we come to them or via Skype, but we would have it no other way! And it shouldn’t be any other way! And Black psychiatrists are very much aware of why Black people request them! They know the deal! Just as those depicted in this article knew the deal. It may be a ‘forgotten tale’, but this shit cannot be ‘forgotten’ by us since we still suffer from untold atrocities from being caught up in a system we wanted no part of because we did not immigrate here, our ancestors were dragged here. This shit’s not on us!”

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American descendants of slaves, I cannot stress to you enough that enough is enough! If we don’t stand up for ourselves, no one else will. We are not here to win a popularity contest and I don’t care who hates my guts, I am going to tell it like it is. When I see fucked up shit, I call it out! If you don’t, you will continue to get shitted on. Get up off that stupid dumbass Facebook and Twitter shit and take a stand against the shit that’s shoved down our throats, daily. You see that I don’t take shit shoved down my throat and you don’t have to either. Whites ain’t fucking playing with us and I ain’t fucking playing with them. You have no idea how much you can accomplish if you simply stand up for yourself and believe me, when you do, you are also helping someone else who looks just like you! Try it! You’ll find out just how right I am. The white devils count on us thinking that we’ve got no choice but to put up with their shit. Show them that you ain’t no punk ass bitch that’ll put up with their racism, prejudice, bigotry and some mo shit! I don’t tolerate their shit and you don’t have to either! To hell with them and their shit!

Why do you think that this article is titled, “The forgotten tale of how Black psychiatrists helped make Sesame Street, the children’s television show entranced preschoolers-and helped teach impressionable Black kids?” It is because everything that we do that’s wonderful is to be ‘forgotten’, overlooked, ignored. The only shit we are to be recognized for is for being criminals and drug addicts, but that’s not who or what we are.

When I lived in Minnesota, I lived in a small town in the middle of no goddamn where that didn’t even have bus service. When I looked at my first electric bill, I noticed that the bill contained a ‘transit tax’. Now, I’m thinking, “What the hell am I paying a ‘transit tax’ for when there is no ‘transit’ out in the middle of this godforsaken nowhere? I picked up the phone and called Metro Transit and asked about that shit. Guess the fuck what! Those worthless white-assed motherfuckers had decided to bring mass transit to the area and after multiple plans and charts and drafts had been drawn up, decided that it just wasn’t feasible to bring bus service to that area. And yet, they continued to charge everyone who lived in that small town, a ‘transit tax’ even though those white fuckers had scrapped bringing transit to the town. Now, this town had mostly white asses in it and yet they were too stupid to look at their electric bill, see that they were paying a ‘transit tax’ and yet there was not a bus or light rail or subway stop any goddamn where! You see, this is how stupid whites really are and yet, they try and portray us as the damn dummies! I screeched and hollered and threatened to go door to door and tell every damn body in that town that they had been paying a transit tax for FOUR, that’s 4 goddamn years for nothing! I told MNDOT(Minnesota Department of Transportation and Metro Transit that I was filing charges of fraud against them for defrauding people out of their money since that is exactly what they did. Guess the fuck what! Transit was introduced to that goddamn city and I was called by the City Administrator and was told that “thanks to you, bus service is being started up and that there was going to be a ribbon cutting ceremony and that I would be requested to speak.” When the bitch found out that I was Black, all that shit changed. The white bitch that they had paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to for her land on which to build the Park and Ride, was featured in the newspaper. The Park and Ride was named for her ass and I was never even an afterthought. But even so, when Metro Transit came in, they took away that goddamn sign with her fucking name on it and put up “Metro Transit Park And Ride.” So the city authorized and paid for, with our tax dollars, a big ass brick sign with her name and ‘Park and Ride’ chiseled on it, all for nothing. Whites are lethal and ferocious in their fucking racism!

Now do you see how fucking racist whites are?!!! Were you ever in ANY doubt because if so, I’ve erased any and all of it! Those racist bastards never publicly acknowledged that I was the reason bus service was brought to that area and they never will, but I got the satisfaction of pissing off multiple whites while at the same time, helping the few Black people who lived in that area have reliable transportation to and from Minneapolis, MN. This is what we can do Black folks when we put our mind to it! And even though we don’t get recognized for our accomplishments and achievements, don’t let that deter you from trying. It has never deterred me and it won’t. Those white bastards want us to give up when we never receive recognition for the great and good things we do, but it ain’t about their awards and shit, it’s about the fact that we don’t give up and we help one another out! So keep on keeping on, but you ain’t going to get it done by sitting all up on Facebook and Twitter. That shit is meaningless. Do something meaningful for a change and you can make a difference! Believe me, I know!

The Extraordinary Courage of Black People

 

It takes an extraordinary amount of courage to get up every morning knowing that you face an enemy who hates you more than you can ever know and that their hatred of you is so intense,  they are consumed by it. And yet, descendants of slaves do so every single morning…or night, depending on when your ‘day’ starts. As heavy as my heart is every single time I open my eyes, I open them and get up to face the next round of challenges that I must face to get me through another day, to run the gauntlet of whites who bombard me with their unrepentant racism, bigotry, hatred and prejudice because I cannot change the color of my skin.

I shake my head in disbelief when on days set aside to honor Black men and women throughout history who have made the ultimate sacrifice, whites insist on pretending to laud their achievements even as they seek to undermine their efforts by taking us backwards in time. And when we peacefully protest the murder of those who look like us at the hands of racist police, we are viewed as thankless and ungrateful because whites believe that those of us who are in America by virtue of slavery, should be grateful that we are here since it is their belief that if we were in Africa, our plight would be a million times worse. Their arrogant and callous disregard for us never wanes since they refuse to accept us as ‘human’ thanks to their enslavement of our ancestors. We are castigated by them every single day if we cannot take nothing and build upon it. We are held in contempt by them because our slave ancestors had no business to hand down to us. We are held in contempt because we own no land on which to build banks and hospitals, schools and grocery stores.

The whites look to areas in the inner cities where violence is a daily occurrence and where drug deals go down and prostitution for drugs is an epidemic and blame us for what ails our communities as though we have ships and planes to bring drugs into our communities. We are the scapegoats for why cuts to social programs are made as though it is a punishment to us for our existence even though whites make use of social programs more so than we do. We were at one time, self-reliant in the 70s and 80s, owning homes and businesses, but because whites always need a scapegoat and must always have the upper hand, our homes and businesses were taken from us through imminent domain and other nefarious laws that were put on the books to disrupt the social structure of Black communities, nationwide as we were herded into subsidized, substandard government housing in projects and ‘ghettos’. Desegregation was not a win for the Black family. It was a loss and we have been losing from the time our stolen ancestors were dragged ashore.

Our Black brothers and sisters are incarcerated inside the new slave pens and for all those who succumb to death at the white man’s hands, millions more still fight to survive. Many are innocent who have been imprisoned for decades and upon their exoneration, do not hold grudges because we are extraordinary people. Whites know this and they hate us for it. Their slave patrols were formed to round us up for existing and to herd us back to the plantation because whites think we never should have been allowed off the plantation and they have made sure that we know that we never really did. We see bars everywhere we turn. It matters not if we are locked behind actual bars, they are there all the same and they are not invisible to us. They place barriers and roadblocks before us to intimidate us and to keep us from coming together as a community and to realize our own potential.

So that we don’t get any ideas about ‘freedom’, we are shown time and time again that whites will stop at nothing, even murder to make sure that our place is somewhere underneath their boot or the ground. We need only look to the headlines, daily to see examples of ways they use to instill fear in us which is why we are shot dead by their uniformed slave patrols who are never held accountable for their actions against us, including murder. They take to the streets with hoods and sheets and guns to show that they can gun us down anywhere at anytime and that there is nothing that we can do about it, and yet, we survive. We carry on. We keep getting up. We live despite them and in spite of them. Yes, many of our brothers and sisters have fallen, but those of us who live are a testament to the courage it takes to bury our fallen brothers and sisters and live on, carrying their memory to the mountaintop as we look over and see that all is not lost. One day, we shall come into our own.

The white man’s days are numbered. He IS his possessions; his things. And like all man made things, they never survive the test of time.  Their multi-million dollar beach houses are being swept away. They are forced to flee ever inland by the very arrogance that led them to burn this planet up and still expect an ocean view. Their mountain get-away homes are being burnt to the ground. Their island paradises are being covered in igneous rock or are under water. Their businesses are flooded, their SUVs floating down the street, their boats swept out to sea and their very skin is suffering from the effects of a sun that kisses and deepens ours. In this time of heaviness in our hearts for another of our brother who has fallen thanks to the racism, prejudice, bigotry and hatred that defines whites, we shall carry our memory of him to the mountaintop and show him that he did not die in vain. We, who live will continue to get up and face another day of hatred, racism, prejudice and bigotry and we will not be defeated because we are humanity, defined and we have the extraordinary courage of Black people. To ALL my Black brothers and sisters, though our days may seem dark and our nights even darker, believe me, those who persecute us for what we have no control over are going to reap what they have sown in ways never before imagined. Keep the faith throughout these dark time.

I write this to honor ALL my fallen brothers and sisters and to especially honor Botham Shem Jean. I wish you bon voyage, my brother!

Black Supremacy!

 

Black Supremacy, it is not just a state of mind,
it is the melanin in my skin and those of my kind.
Black Supremacy, we were told, really did not exist.
And yet, it is to be found in every raised Black fist.

Black Supremacy, the whites consider it a threat,
as they seek our demise, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Black Supremacy is in my style that is copied every day,
in my dreadlocks and my braids and in my hips, that I sway.

Black Supremacy is the slave who would not bend or break,
she is why I’m here and why my slave name, I won’t take.
Black Supremacy is my mom who taught me how to read
and that to get an education is how I would succeed.

Black Supremacy is my dad who works to keep me fed,
and who comes home at night and tucks me in my bed.
Black Supremacy marched through streets
against those who wore white sheets.

Black Supremacy, they tried to lynch
with hatred’s putrid stench.
Black Supremacy reigns supreme
and is every white man’s dream.

Black Supremacy just won’t die
though to the white man, that’s a lie.
Black Supremacy, is here to stay.
So get your white ass out my way!
Black Supremacy, though much maligned
is humanity, redefined.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

As someone wrote on another blog post of mine, ‘white supremacy’ is a misnomer for how can it be otherwise? Who in the world other than depraved lunatics, could invade sovereign nations, kill indigenous populations, enslave people for profit, drop atomic bombs on innocent people, start wars over lies, initiate coups against minor Latin countries and establish American puppets there, use white phosphorous on the innocent people of Iraq, torture people in their land after having invaded it over a lie, experimented on people of color as in The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment, The Guatemalan STD Study, inflict horrors on the people of Puerto Rico and islanders all across this planet, render millions homeless, infest communities of color with addictive drugs and then incarcerate the addicts, jail people of color in numbers disproportionate to their population count, deliberately allow children of color to eat lead paint which leads to brain developmental growth problems and learning disabilities, throw sick people of color out of hospitals and watch them die because of it, lynch people because of the color of their skin, promote separate entrances for people based on the color of their skin, promote gentrification, put into play, a school-to-prison pipeline for children of color, poison the air we breathe, the food we eat and the water we drink and still consider themselves to be ‘white supremacists? Who? We ALL know! So best believe, there is not a thing ‘supremacy’ like about you. The people who are overwhelmingly filled with supremacy are Black people because we have managed not to murder you depraved lunatics in record numbers despite all that you have done to us simply because your depraved ancestors dragged ours over here and you are no different from them; that’s one reason we are filled with supremacy because we are ‘humanity, redefined’. We are not ‘humanity’ as you ‘whites’ would define it because you would place yourselves under the definition of ‘humanity’ when nothing could be further from the truth. You, of ‘humanity’? HA! That’ll be the day! Black people have tolerated your racist shit for hundreds of years and still you try and paint yourselves as saviors instead of what you really are; piles of filth beneath shit and flies! As vile as you are, how the word ‘supremacy’ can even escape from between your lips is a complete and utter mystery to me! That just shows how arrogant and conceited you are, but a ‘supremacist’? Not a goddamn chance in hell!

That stupid ‘white supremacy’ shit ends right now and as we head into ‘Black History Month’, I am declaring February to be “Black Supremacy Month!”

To ALL my Black brothers and sisters, this one is for YOU!

And ‘They’ Say, “Beauty Is More Than Skin Deep!”

For The Beautiful Dark Ones!

Do not hate your beautiful dark skin tone,
for it is all the rage at the white man’s beach.
You see, he has to risk skin cancer and wrinkles
to get what some of you want to bleach.

You can go outside, be it winter or summer
and never think in a million years of getting burned.
But you see, the white man must hide from the sun
and this lesson is one he has never, ever learned.

In the waiting rooms of Dermatology, there they sit,
with moles that have turned on skin that’s fried.
And never will they let go of tanning beds and beaches,
not until skin cancer is the cause of why they died.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

The woman in the above picture would like some of you to know that “The sun is not your friend!” And I think we all know to whom she is speaking when referring to the sun not being your friend. She most definitely was not talking to me since the sun has always been my friend. It’s where I get my Vitamin D; the healthy way. Now, let’s find out why she wants some of you to know that the sun is not your friend.

‘The sun is not your friend’: Woman’s painful tan warning goes viral

A 45-year-old mom hopes sharing photos of her painful treatment for precancerous lesions will serve as a warning to others.

Margaret Murphy frets that the world is seeing her at her worst, but that’s exactly the point of her warning about the dangers of tanning.

Murphy spent more than a decade living on Crete and tanning herself to “look good,” she writes on her Facebook page. She also spent summers “doing sunbeds” to get a tan in the less-sunny Irish climate. Sunscreen was not a priority.

Oh damn! I’ve never been in a ‘tanning bed’. My beautiful tan is natural. It never fades and I don’t turn pale in the winter and in the summer, my permanent tan automatically deepens while I am out for my daily constitutional and not only that, but I can go anywhere and I am tanned. And it’s free! Can ya believe it? I pay nothing for a gorgeous, year-long tan that stays with me, year after year after year.

But I must say that when I pass by a Dermatology clinic, I have yet to see a Black person sitting all up in there wondering about that suspicious mole on their face. I just cannot comprehend how people who hate us for the color of our skin, will go to such lengths to get our skin tone even when it means, death. Oh well, let the woman in the above picture be a lesson for you to learn; those of you who need to learn it, that is.

The most natural way to get vitamin D is by exposing your bare skin to sunlight (ultraviolet B rays). This can happen very quickly, particularly in the summer. You don’t need to tan or burn your skin to get vitamin D. You only need to expose your skin for around half the time it takes for your skin to turn pink and begin to burn.

No worries here, I don’t belong in the ‘pink’ skin club. And for some of you, consider this post, a Public Service Announcement. Aren’t I ever the helpful one?

A Black Rose In Bloom!

Too dark, but yet, always seen
at each and every crime scene.
Whether you stand for peace or not,
whatever you do, it is all for naught.

You can be Dr. King with a dream
or Malcolm X with a Black power scream.
But either way, you’ll end up dead;
no life in you; just a tombstone at your head.

You can be a doctor walking home from work
and be shot because in that neighborhood, you should not lurk.
You go to school because you want an education,
but they peg you instead for incarceration.

They gave you a month to celebrate achievements
for all the assassinations, funerals and bereavements.
You are sent to their doctors to receive a cure
and told you’ve got bad blood; it just ain’t pure.

They say, “Vaccinate your children against this disease,”
while they fill you with lead paint; those who are your enemies.
Never look to the ones with no melanin in their skin
and expect to come out on top, or to win.

Their desire is not that you should ever thrive
but for all they do to you, you still manage to survive.
So, fear not that Trump will be the harbinger of your doom
for he too is powerless to stop a Black rose in bloom!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

I wrote this because as we all know, we just finished ‘celebrating’ Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day and for all that has been going down, I don’t even know why. For surely he could never have perceived in his wildest ‘dreams’ that we would be where we are now, but then again, he most likely would not be surprised since it is widely known that he was about to change his stance from one of peaceful to aggressive because peaceful just wasn’t getting it done. And us Black folk had better go about things all peaceful like, if we are to go about at all. Otherwise, it’s a coffin for us.

And yet, they set aside a day in remembrance of a man they killed because he finally figured out what most of us know and that is that the white man is not going to give up his ‘white privilege’ that he has decreed unto himself; not without a fight. Malcolm X knew this and that is why he was called a ‘radical’ and assassinated. We need more like him but all we have is the likes of Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton who are nothing more than sell-out dogs begging for the white man’s table scraps. They do not represent us. They are only out for themselves.

So, as we approach Black History Month that the whites have so graciously given to us to celebrate all their achievements of shooting, lynching or sickening us and our loved ones, we must remember to thank them for their generosity in giving us the month of February to be used as one short month of bereavement over the fact of mass incarceration, assassinations, lynching, gentrification, income inequality, low educational attainment, a school-to-prison pipeline,  mass homelessness, indifferent health care, eugenics experimentation and we must also thank them for allowing us to continue to play subservient roles that entail cleaning, cooking and other domestic type duties that we crawled into boats to come over here alongside all the other ‘immigrants’ to do. With friends like these, we don’t need enemies and yet, despite all of this, the Black rose still blooms! May it forever bloom in spite of and despite ‘them’!

Our Annihilation Begun!

She had rough, woolen tresses; a big afro
that she tamed with braids in a neat cornrow.
Her deep, dark tone had a sunlit glow
and beautiful brown eyes in the shape of a doe.

In the fields at dusk, she straightens her back
and heads towards her one room shack,
where there’s a white man waiting to get her in the sack
to produce another baby that’s only half black.

Nine months later, her child is born,
with features distorted, she looks on with scorn.
This creature from her body should have been stillborn
or better yet, from her womb; ripped and torn.

She muffles his cries with a hand to his face,
staring down in dismay over the erasure of her race.
How could a just god allow this to take place?
When did all Blacks sin and be cast in disgrace?

For no deep, dark tone had the skin of her son,
as man did conspire to void what nature had done.
And the lies were told; such tall tales were spun.
The black race wiped out, our annihilation begun.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2017 Shelby I. Courtland

The annihilation of our race started hundreds of years ago and it continues to this very day. As we still reel from the horrors of slavery, an entire race of people are confused and self-hating and are contributing to their own downfall and annihilation through killing one another, drug abuse, gang activity, prostitution and the prevalence of STDs and the mixing of the races, thus erasing us out of history. Our strong bloodline is weakened every single time we mix it with that of those who are not one of us. Why do we do this? For what does it gain us? It gains us nothing and takes everything. Our seed is polluted when mixed with others. At first, we were forced into having sex with our enemies, but now, we willingly engage in intercourse with them. This is sickening.

My own son impregnated and married a white girl. They were divorced two years later, but from that union, they produced a girl. This child refuses to even acknowledge her Black relatives. She has stated, and in no uncertain terms, that if anything happens to her father, she wants a ‘white’ friend at school to ask her parents to adopt her as she wants nothing to do with people who do not look like her. Now, my mother almost had a stroke upon hearing this. I, however, was not shocked because the little hussy has always been this way. And as I am sure many of you will most likely wonder at my so obvious lack of feelings for this pretentious piece of baggage, it should be known that despite all attempts to engage this child in grandmother to grandchild activities, it has proved, fruitless. The last time I saw her, she refused to even turn her head and speak to me. My mother has not seen her in years despite them living in the same town.

The child’s mother’s relatives are all toothless hillbillies; the epitome of trailer park trash. In fact, that is where she was conceived, in a trailer in a park and yet this little hussy thinks that she is better than the ‘Black’ side of the family. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is what we perpetuate when we mix our blood with that of our enemies. So, a word of caution. Before you decide to get down with the swirl, I’d think on what I was about to do if I were you as I think that what I have described here is more prevalent than you think.

I Am The Proud Recipient Of One Of The Grand Nidotopian Afro-Power Awards

 

And I did not have to answer a lot of useless questions in order to be awarded this. I was awarded this because of the hard work that I put into this blog and quite frankly, that in and of itself, should be enough if someone wants to give me an award. There should be no strings attached because when bloggers like myself, post their own content including poetry and essays, we have already done the hard part. To expect us to answer a lot of dumb questions and start what basically amounts to a chain letter is just beyond the end of enough and quite frankly, I breathed a sigh of relief when fellow bloggers stopped nominating me for awards that I had to ‘earn’ above and beyond what I was doing that got me nominated in the first place.

So, keep your awards that come with strings attached. I appreciate being recognized and rewarded on the strength of what I do on a daily basis. I have no time to answer useless questions and then make up others. My work is original and that right there should speak for how much time and effort is put into it.

Nidotopianwarrior, you are the exception and not the rule because you presented to me this award without any strings attached and I cannot thank you enough. Because you recognized all the effort that is put into what bloggers like me, do. You understand that it takes a lot to put together poetry and pictures to accompany it and in addition to that, write my own essays and do research on them before I publish them, as well. Not to mention, that other things are going on at the same time.

And so, I want to take this opportunity to laud you for recognizing everything that must be done before the final product is published and again, for awarding me this coveted prize. I will treasure it always and I shall continue to strive to outdo myself and to continue to produce work of value and excellence and live up to your faith in me as the “fierce, the fearless and kickass queen of afro-centricity!”

Again, I am most honored and humbled! Thank you! I accept! 

I Want A White Lover!

I want a white lover
so we can mix our blood
and destroy my people
like Noah’s flood.

I want a white lover.
I don’t care about me
or the fact that our children
won’t know their history.

I want a white lover
in my bed tonight.
I’m hungry for his love
and it feels so right.

I want a white lover;
a Black man won’t do.
I need a white man
to prove my worth; my value.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland

Now, I believe that my readers are smart enough to read between the lines and to know the true meaning of this poem. This poem was written because as I stated earlier in another poem of mine, I have been sitting back quietly watching the shit hit the fan. I noticed how all hell broke loose when Beyoncé Knowles put on a Super Bowl Half-time show that depicted certain images that stand for Black power, The Black Panthers and Black Lives Matter and that white folks by the scores took offense. To those who took offense, fuck you! And to the Black motherfuckers that are looking in the face of your white mate and the children you produced with him/her, fuck you too.

I will admit that I went out on a date with a ‘white’ man and it was the mistake of my life and that shit will never happen again. Much more to the point is that I could never lie down with a white man and produce a half and half. Not going to happen. I refuse to contribute to the dilution of the Afrikan blood that is running through my veins. The white motherfuckers are hell bent on getting that done. It is shoved down our throats, daily; in print, on the big screen and on the little screen. This is exactly why I refuse to purchase a TV. I will not have that constant ‘in our face’ shit that whites who control the media feed us. I will not be subliminally messaged that interracial dating and marriage is ‘hip’; a la mode.

The main focus seems to be to pair Black women with white men and yet in the not so distant past, Black men were lynched for merely looking at a white woman. But no Black man had better lynch a white man for looking at a Black woman and quite frankly, it does not seem that Black women are having a problem with white men not just looking at them, but also fucking them eight ways to Sunday. The same can be said for the white women that lust all up and down on some Black men. So, what is this? Payback for the fact that the white shits that control the media can’t stop white women from lusting after and craving Black men and so they now focus on Black women lusting after white men? Those see-through skinned shits are the devil’s own spawn and the reason why Black women, children and men are shot dead, daily on the mean streets of every shitty city in this shithole called, AmeriKKKa! I will not condone the destruction of the Negro race by dead white filth.

So, come on up in here with some shit and I promise to wipe the cyber floor with your ass! I fucking dare you to post some shit about let’s all come together and sing, “Kumbaya!” The white motherfuckers have stole everything from us and to continue to get this done is to mix our blood with theirs, thereby diluting us out of history. We are not even in the goddamn history books, as it is. Or if so, by way of lies, lies and damn lies of Black people having immigrated to AmeriKKKa to work good paying jobs alongside the Irish and other immigrants or the lie that happy slaves baked birthday cakes for presidents. The lies just never stop and the genocide of the Black populace never stops.

You say, you should be able to love who you want. Okay, that’s fair. But answer this. What thing can love? Because only a thing could continuously commit genocide against humans; Indians and Negros. And so, that thing, Black folks, that you think loves you, cannot. How many white children have been poisoned like the Black children in Flint, MI were poisoned? How many whites live on Reservations? How many white KKKops have filled Black bodies with hundreds of bullets? The numbers are astounding. How many racist white judges have sentenced innocent Black people to death row? The numbers are astounding. How many racist white women have screamed “Rape” when caught with a Black man and got out of any ‘trouble’ by doing so and an innocent Black man was lynched or imprisoned? That shit can’t love you because it’s not human! But you’ll have to wait until it calls you or your children “Nigger!” before you figure it out! Hope that its not holding an assault weapon when it does! You’ll certainly know your worth; your value, then! You can’t marry your way into ‘white privilege’, you’ve got to be born with ‘white privilege’ and Black-assed as you are, you’ll never qualify!

Black Medusa!

She will bewitch you, if you stare.
Behold her beauty, if you dare.
She’s a sultry, Grecian mystery
 straight out of Greek mythology.

Her hair of entwined snakes
 ensnares all the men she dates.
She watches you intently
 from eyes that are unfriendly.

Come closer, she won’t bite.
Never look at her in fright.
They call her Black Medusa
claims she hails from Tuscaloosa.

Though she came from across the sea,
she’s a morbid curiosity.
Do not let her near your heart,
 and don’t stay with her after dark.

She’ll spin slowly in the wind
and her serpents, she’ll defend.
You’ll become her sacrifice
 as the cobra’s strike’s precise.

Turned to stone by Black Medusa
who they say is from Tuscaloosa.
But we all know that not’s true.
She’s just a myth that grew and grew.

But is she?

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

I dedicate this one to HungLikeJesus or as I like to call him, “HLJ!” It was born from another poem of mine titled, “To All The Men I’ve Never Loved!”

HLJ called me a “slow motion Medusa” and so this one is for you! HLJ, you said that I could send you my love as long as I stay far, far away from you. So, I’m sending this poem to you, with my love! You were my inspiration!