Don’t Even Act Like You Don’t Know!

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It has come to my attention that some white folks are wondering why all of a sudden, they are seeing some shit that they have never seen before. Oh, really! I wonder why is that! Like fucking hell I do! You see, for hundreds of years, whites have been hell bent on making life as unpleasant and downright miserable and ugly for any and everybody that had a permanent tan of some sort. The whites have reduced the Indians, indigenous to America to less than a third of their initial population count that was up in the millions upon millions before the whites landed here and murdered the innocent Indians, confiscated their land and indoctrinated their children into the white’s culture AND then proceeded to inform anybody else that wanted to come here that they must first apply for citizenship when the whites NEVER applied to the Indians for citizenship, they just killed them. Shot them dead and then glorified the killing of these people with the likes of John Wayne and Glen Ford and Gregory Peck riding shotgun with a wagon train attempting to get those innocent ‘settlers’ into hostile Indian territory and oh how disturbing it was to view the wagon trains that were wiped out and see the pale ass scalps of the pale skins lying all about the goddamn ground. Oh, those horrid Indian savages! How could they? Yep! That’s whitey whites take on the history of this here shithole! Just ask fucking sick and twisted ass Hollywood!

Those savage Indians just could not be got along with and so the ‘christian’ whitey whites just had to do what was necessary to tame and subdue the original inhabitants of this land; subject them to torture, maim and kill them. Round the remaining Indians up and put them on reservations where the whites could keep an eye out for any Indians that may look cross-eyed due to their situation being what it was. Never mind, the savageness of the ‘christians’ who just wanted to live in peaceful bliss with those savage ass Indians who refused to share this land with the white peacekeepers. Every fucking body knows that whites have ALWAYS been ALL about the business of PEACE! Just ask those pesky savage Indians! Ask the poor Black slaves that got dragged over to this shithole once the whites figured out that the Indians were not going to build this shithole up for them! Ask the Black people over in Africa and the other Brown people over in other Middle Eastern countries that have had the whites on their asses since day fucking one! Ask them if they’ve ever known the whites to get their big ass boot up off their goddamn necks! Ask ’em how wonderful, benevolent and kind the white ‘christians’ have always been towards them.

And now, some white folks are wondering why they are just now seeing what the Black and Brown population of this here planet has known ever since they saw the first white foot set said foot on their motherfucking land. Some white folks are just SO fucking bewildered now that there are Youtube videos of eyewitness accounts of white motherfuckers fucking up the goddamn day of said Black and Brown bodies all across this godforsaken planet! Ain’t that just a bitch? They are fucking wondering what’s about to happen to their ass! What’s about to happen to your goddamn ignorant, clueless ass is what has been happening to every Black and Brown body that the whites have been fucking up for hundreds of goddamn years! That is what is fucking happening! And about goddamn time, I say! So read the damn writing on the wall and don’t even bother to prep for that shit ’cause you ain’t gonna have time for that shit! No indeed, you are not! Your turn has come! We’ve been dealing with this shit for, AGAIN, hundreds of goddamn years and you white motherfuckers that’s just waking up are all a’gog over what you are just now privileged to witness! How lucky you goddamn Rip Van Wrinkles have been!

Sit up and recognize that your nap is being disturbed and how! Now fucking suck on that because you don’t like having your bullshit nap disturbed over some Black bodies that’s getting torn to bits every goddamn day but if you continue to see military vehicles arrive in a suburb near you, why “what’s the goddamn problem, officer?! This here ain’t the fucking hood! We is white bread christian America, doncha know!!!” I hope their fucking boot that’s been planted squarely on our necks for centuries gets shoved up your white asses so goddamn far that the toe comes outta your fucking mouth! Now, how’s that for a fucking ‘christian’ attitude! Yeah! I know! I ain’t even close to being as rotten, vile, nasty, barbaric and shitty as the peace loving ‘christians’ are but I promise to continue to work on it and that’s for goddamn certain! And AGAIN! Suck on that!

First Edition: The Unedited True Edition of Black History

 

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Introduction: First of all, forget everything that you have never read in the non-existent history books about Black History as this book will replace no books on Black History.

 

One day, while sailing the oceans blue, pale skinned creatures happened upon the shores of a most beautiful land, filled with the beautiful dark ones. The beautiful dark ones were prized for their obvious beauty, gracefulness and strength since the pale skinned creatures hid behind giant lions while watching the beautiful dark ones as they ran and jumped and danced and stomped. Once the lions moved gracefully aside and the pale skinned creatures were no longer hidden from the view of the beautiful dark ones, the beautiful dark ones were very much afraid as they had never seen such pale skins before. They were overcome with awe and wonder and so they immediately ceased their dances and jumps and timidly walked over to touch the golden locks of the pale skins.

 

And as the two began to get to know one another over the tea and crumpets that the pale skinned creatures provided, it was like they had been waiting on meeting one another for ages. The tribal dialects of the beautiful dark ones were much like the forked tongued speech of the pale creatures and so communication between the two was possible. The pale skins communicated to the beautiful dark ones their need to acquaint them with their god and for the desire of the pale skins to see that the beautiful dark ones were accepted into heaven as perceived by the pale ones. This was met with approval from the beautiful dark ones and a church was soon erected and a sermon was preached whereupon, the beautiful dark ones immediately began to light a bonfire, gather around it and chant in some mysterious and strange tongue. The pale skins quickly made it known to the beautiful dark ones that this was not acceptable behavior as their god did not approve of such conduct. The beautiful dark ones felt that they were being admonished and graciously asked the pale skins to leave their land whereupon the pale skins threw themselves at the feet of the beautiful dark ones and begged them to come with them to a place of even greater beauty where the sun shines both day and night upon fields of amber grain waving in the breeze as far as the eye can see and where mountains of majestic proportions beckon and summon one to scale lofty heights and to then descend down to fruited plains; this land was called, America!

 

The pale skins told the beautiful dark ones that they would live in the finest homes, eat and drink from containers made of delicate bone china and crystal and then they would gaze upon the savior that came to earth to save all souls from eternal damnation and forever live in mansions in the sky and that there would be no need for witch doctors as medicine was free for all in this land of opportunity and that there were other dark skinned people there that would welcome them with open arms just as they too had welcomed the pale ones. “Why not come to this new and wonderful and different paradise?” the pale ones asked. “Why not board our ships that are equipped with every luxury imaginable for your pleasure? Tables adorned with fine cloth await you, heaped with the choicest meats and fruits and other delicacies too deliciously tempting to be denied.”

 

This was met with much enthusiasm by the beautiful dark ones as they talked amongst themselves and thought to only go for a visit as they knew that they would one day miss their home and wish to return and so they boarded the beautiful vessels and they sat at the fine tables covered in rich cloth and ate the freshest meats and swam in pools shaped like sea shells. The pale ones waited on the beautiful dark ones, hand and foot; seeing to their every need and making sure that they lacked for nothing. Many months passed and finally, the lookout called, “Land ho!” There was much rejoicing for the long voyage was over and the beautiful dark ones were glad to finally find solid ground beneath their feet once again and to see this glorious new land that the pale ones had spoken so glowingly of.

 

As the ship docked, the pale ones escorted the beautiful dark ones to shore and then a strange thing occurred, the pale ones disrobed and begged the beautiful dark ones to inspect them for blemishes and flaws, bad teeth and bunions. The beautiful dark ones were bewildered. They had no clue as to what to look for as they did not know what would be expected of the pale ones. The pale ones then explained to the beautiful dark ones that they needed them to help, temporarily, with their plantations which they described as virtual cities that sustained themselves by making and planting everything that was needed for the people to live on. The pale ones beseeched the beautiful dark ones to inspect them so that those of the pale skin that were more highly valued because of their flawlessness could toil alongside the beautiful dark ones for they were truly wondrous and flawless in beauty; a joy to behold.

 

And so it goes, the pale ones labored alongside the beautiful dark ones in perfect harmony with one another. At the end of each day’s nine to five shift, both the pales ones and the beautiful dark ones would sit on the porch and laugh and share punch and joke about the heat and the flies and watch the crops that they had planted together, grow. They all got along beautifully with nary a harsh word uttered between the two, nor was there ever a fight amongst them. And when the beautiful dark ones decided that it was time to go back from whence they came, ocean liners were put at their disposal to return them to their native land and as they disembarked, they were welcomed back into the bosom of their loving family and everyone lived happily ever after.

 

The End.

 

I am so glad that I stumbled across this edition of Black History because now I realize that things were not as bad as what I had not read in earlier history books that did not include Black History in them. I was under the mistaken impression that African chiefs had sold other tribes’ slaves into bondage to the whites. I was not told how the whites came to be in Africa in the first place, I just took history’s non-word for it that the whites had a legitimate and humanitarian reason for being in Africa. So, it does my heart good to get the real reality and truth as to how Black people came to be in America, but when I look around today, I am unable to see how if we once got along so well, we can’t seem to get back to that. Hmmm…. Something else to ponder, I guess. Oh well, history is not supposed to be perfect, just true!

 

And as you can see, I so love the truth!!!

 

The Flag Has Been Replaced!

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The flag has been replaced,

and freedom has been displaced,

to a cold and lonely grave,

along with another slave.

The flag’s new color scheme,

does not share in Dr. King’s dream,

that he dreamt in days long gone,

when he marched for a brighter dawn,

and for our basic human rights,

rights enjoyed by all the whites.

The flag is black and blue,

and red is its color too.

It stands for all Black men,

confined in the new slave pen.

Red is the color they bleed,

because of supremacy’s creed.

Blue is the color of woe,

it’s long been the Black man’s foe.

Wherever there’s a cop in blue,

you WILL bid a Black man, “Adieu!”

Yes Black is under attack,

so please watch each other’s back.

They know we have no place to go,

because they stole us so long ago!

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

The Amerikkkan flag don’t mean shit to me because it was never meant FOR me. So, I’ll never salute it or claim to fight for it! To hell with it and fuck it!

The Red Cross Is Spreading Ebola!

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The lies just never stop coming.
And the tales just get so tall.
Here comes one more down the pike,
and for another lie, we fall.

Whatever happened to the truth
was it banished from the earth?
Did we lock it up and toss the key,
and give truth the widest berth?

The Red Cross is spreading Ebola,
to the Blacks who have the oil.
America’s going to bomb them,
unless this plot of theirs, we foil.

It seems that diamonds aren’t being mined.
Those who worked the mines just quit.
The West must have those riches,
and the Red Cross will do its bit.

Oh beware of their vaccines,
you don’t know what’s in that mess.
What is true is not so true,
and the liars won’t confess.

Life don’t mean a thing.
Its value falls each passing day.
And when we think that all is lost,
that’s because it is in every way.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

Ebola ‘Caused by Red Cross’

While health workers are struggling to contain the outbreak, conspiracy theories about the deadly pandemic are proliferating on the internet, with people deeming the virus a creation of the West to annihilate Africans or as the result of bioterrorism activities.

The latest of these theories involves a Ghanaian man who claims the virus does not exist and that people are dying after they receive vaccinations by the Red Cross.

News website the Event Chronicle republished the post allegedly written by Nana Kwame, from Ghana’s capital Accra, who claimed that the deadly virus is just an invention and “people in the Western World need to know what’s happening here in West Africa.

“Ebola it is only contracted by those who receive treatments and injections from the Red Cross, the post said, adding that the virus “was invented” to allow western troops on African soil.

“…to allow western troops on African soil. Doesn’t sound so farfetched to me!

http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/ebola-caused-by-red-cross-other-conspiracy-theories-1469896

Conspiracy or truth? You be the judge.

US will send 3,000 troops to help fight Ebola in West Africa

The Obama administration is ramping up its response to West Africa’s Ebola crisis, preparing to assign 3,000 US military personnel to the afflicted region.

“This humanitarian intervention….” Uh oh! That NEVER ends well when the U.S. military is involved. Humanitarian intervention from the U.S.? Get real! Why? Keep reading!

How the CIA’s Fake Vaccination Campaign Endangers Us All

The U.S. was wrong to use health workers to target Osama bin Laden

In its zeal to identify bin Laden or his family, the CIA used a sham hepatitis B vaccination project to collect DNA in the neighborhood where he was hiding. The effort apparently failed, but the violation of trust threatens to set back global public health efforts by decades.

It is hard enough to distribute, for example, polio vaccines to children in desperately poor, politically unstable regions that are rife with 10-year-old rumors that the medicine is a Western plot to sterilize girls—false assertions that have long since been repudiated by the Nigerian religious leaders who first promoted them. Now along come numerous credible reports of a vaccination campaign that is part of a CIA plot—one the U.S. has not denied.

…and people want to call everything a ‘conspiracy’. Are you getting a clue as to why? If not, read up on the Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment and then keep reading and you will find the Guatemalan STD Study. So, when you have the U.S. intentionally using bioterrorism such as what occurred in Pakistan without any consideration at all for what could happen, why would it not be plausible for an organization that is as rife with corruption as the Red Cross is to be in co-hoots with the Obama Administration’s agenda in Africa?

For those of you who think the Red Cross is on the up and up, keep reading.

Mar 12, 2010 – Senators question $1 million pay for charity’s CEO – wtop.com … Red Cross only gives $.07 on every dollar to the people in need.

And to think that many of us have a problem dropping a dime into a cup held in the hand of a homeless person because we fear that he or she will only get drunk. Why is it that we do not hold executives of the so-called ‘charitable organizations’ to the same standards? You have no problem dropping $50.00 or more into the coffers of the Red Cross when according to reports only .07 out of each dollar will actually go to those in need. So, are you still wondering why there are so many in need? If you are, ask the CEO of a ‘charity’ the Red Cross, ‘why’?

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/…/charity-ceo-pay-questione_n_496317.html
https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/07/12/non-profit-charity/

IT

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IT is for sale, this product that we stole.
A prime specimen IT is, too bad IT lacks a soul.

Built for picking cotton and you can rape IT late at night,
and if you want to lash ITS back, you can do so; that’s your right.

Beat IT and chain IT and fetter ITS hands and feet.
Strip IT when you sell IT and give me a receipt.

I’m ITS master and ITS my slave from now until the end,
this product out of Africa and from all that shall descend.

For centuries, we’ve enslaved IT and we cannot break ITS spirit.
There is naught else we can do and that is why we kill IT.

Pass laws to stop ITS movements, make IT beg and make IT crawl.
And watch us gun IT down as IT bleeds out when IT falls.

IT should know that we’re ITS owner and a slave IT’ll always be.
There’s only one way this will end because we’ll never set IT free.


Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

I’m not your ‘IT’ motherfuckers!

While You Live A Life Of Privilege…

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While you sleep the sleep of the dead,
a child in Africa has no bed.

While you buy your Starbucks coffee,
a mother in Gaza holds her child’s dead body.

While you tweet about Miley’s twerk,
a stressed out soldier just went berserk.

While you gas up the SUV,
fuel tanks burn in Tripoli.

While you head to lunch at noon,
the CIA trains another goon.

While you shop with your credit card,
in Iraq, live the battle scarred.

While you take your dog for a walk,
at a homeless vet, you merely gawk.

While you live a life of privilege,
your whole world is a distorted image.

While you shy away from life,
into our world, evil twists the knife.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland

History Repeats Itself

'The more things change, the more they stay the same'.

‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’.

Is there any difference?

Is there really any difference?

They came in riot gear and threw me to the ground.
Read to me my rights and then my hands were bound.
We’d peacefully assembled to have our grievance heard.
But before we had begun or even spoke one word,
they had us all in handcuffs and headed to a cell.
I had to spend the night inside a filthy jail.

They told me to strip down and then just turn around.
A thought came in my head. It’s like a slave compound.
A scene played out for me from 200 hundred years ago.
Africa, serene. The night sky all aglow.
They came from out of nowhere, the white man with his gun.
Oh how they did give chase, the Black man on the run.
They threw him on the ground; his hands, yes they did bind.
He heard no rights read out. They thought he had no mind.

As they stood in chains and fetters, no grievance could they state.
They knew they’d get no quarter there. They could not know their fate.
They did not sell each other out. Who’d want to be a slave?
This is just the version that history’s always played.
If they sold each other out, that gives to you a pass.
So you can keep your dignity, so you can keep your class.
If I sell to you a person and you buy him, that’s on you.
You want to think it’s one wrong, you hate to know it’s two.

So, beat me! Kick me! Jail me! That’s what you do so well.
And then you have the nerve to say that I must go to hell.
You will be behind me when all is said and done.
If I must meet the devil, I’ll not be the only one.
Look into a mirror, the devil you have met.
You’ll get no ice from me, this time, it’s you who’ll sweat.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
©2013 Shelby I. Courtland