Walt Disney Told Our Story!

 

 

Black History Month is at an end
and Walt Disney told our story.
We learned about Wakanda
and Black Panther got the glory.

Wearing dashikis and head wraps,
we clapped and cheered for Wakanda;
that magical of all kingdoms,
it looks just like Uganda!

Now, Uganda is over in Africa,
and the poverty rate is high.
Healthcare is abysmal
and people with cholera, they still die.

The folks over in Somalia?
They ain’t looking so good.
Trump just bombed them again,
just like I knew he would.

But over by way of Ethiopia,
the folks there got a plight.
They ain’t eating at all.
And it ain’t about a hunger strike.

The African women of Liberia
have long been seen as slaves;
sex slaves to be exact
and that don’t get no praise.

What about over in Kenya?
They got educated folks
and still, some end up homeless
Look it up, this ain’t no hoax.

Now we come to Ghana,
is this a kingdom too?
It was once ruled by the British.
Does that give you a clue?

Libya is off the chain
and slavery is everywhere.
America and NATO
filled Libyans with despair.

But we celebrate Black History Month
with Black Panther to the rescue.
There’s a kingdom over in Africa,
where lives the privileged few.

Wakanda, is its name.
Its Black Panther leads the charge
against usurpers to the throne
within the kingdom or at large.

Vibranium is its weapon,
against enemies far and wide.
I bet real African nations
wish this kingdom was by their side.

Between fantasy and reality,
we choose fantasy every time.
and we’d rather pay Walt Disney
 our last hard-earned dime.

We don’t care about Liberia,
because that is just too real.
And we don’t live in Uganda
where cholera is a big deal.

We want to live in Wakanda,
fake as it can be.
But that is what we are,
fake people with a fake history.

This here ends Black History,
with many thanks to Walt Disney
who sat us down in Wakanda;
a kingdom; a magical fantasy.

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

In my opinion, it is a shame that throughout this entire short month that has been set aside to showcase Black History, Walt Disney and Marvel COMICS took over the focus that should have been on REAL Black heroes and heroines who were on the front lines, battling  slavery, oppression, Jim Crow, segregation, voting rights, gentrification, mass unemployment, mass homelessness, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, substandard health care, cuts to education, inadequate housing, economic inequality, food insecurity, crime, violence, drugs, gangs, teen pregnancies and high homicide rates of Black youth in inner cities and the list is endless.

There was no focus on the above because Black people were so easily distracted into wearing African head wraps and dashikis because a movie was hyped about a fictional kingdom in Africa where there was untold wealth and a superhero to the rescue to protect his rich kingdom.

We would rather remain blind to the facts and to reality. We want, for two hours, to forget the realities we face because we need to be made to ‘feel good’ about belonging to some kingdom in Africa that isn’t even real. How pathetic is that? We want Walt Disney to hurry up and give us Part II of “Wakanda Forever” just in time for next Black History Month so that we can, again, focus on fantasy and not on our reality. How sad is that?

When have we ever lived a “Wakanda Forever” life here in AmeriKKKa? Do you seriously think that even with the links that I have provided in my poem, that the REAL Africa is anything at all like what Walt Disney would have you believe?

When you left the theater, did you see “Wakanda” when you stepped outside? Did you see “Wakanda” when you returned home? Did you see “Wakanda” when you checked out the local news where you live? Did you see “Black Panther” save any Black man, woman or child from being arrested or shot and killed by cops for playing in a park with a toy gun or for failing to use the proper turn signal or for selling loose, un-taxed cigarettes or for simply sleeping in their bed?

How did paying Walt Disney and Marvel Comics for the ‘pleasure’ of watching their distraction help you in any way? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop the police from pulling you over? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop your landlord from handing you an eviction notice because your neighborhood is about to be gentrified? Did the “Black Panther” swoop down and take you to “Wakanda Forever?” If you are reading this, Black man, woman, teenager(the few who can read), then the answer is “NO!”

Black History Month? Who needs it when we’ve got “Wakanda Forever!”

“Wakanda?” Forever!

“Thank you Walt Disney for supplying us with our REAL and TRUE History, THIS Black History Month! All hail Walt Disney!”

“Black People, Please Take Your Children To See The New ‘Black Panther’ Movie For Black History Month!”

 

First of all, let me start off by saying that this movie would NOT be in theaters this month if it were based on the REAL Black Panthers.

The Black Panthers, also known as the Black Panther Party, was a political organization founded in 1966 by Huey Newton and Bobby Seale to challenge police brutality against the African American community. Dressed in black berets and black leather jackets, the Black Panthers organized armed citizen patrols of Oakland and other U.S. cities. At its peak in 1968, the Black Panther Party had roughly 2,000 members. The organization later declined as a result of internal tensions, deadly shootouts and FBI counterintelligence activities aimed at weakening the organization.

The Black Panthers were not solely focused on violence. One notable program was Free Breakfast for Children. They fed as many as 20,000 children in the 1968-69 school year. This was portrayed by detractors as a propaganda and recruitment tool, as the children were taught party messages and ideology during the meals.

As I re-read the above paragraphs, what strikes me is this: “The Black Panthers were not solely focused on violence.” I don’t even know what that means because in order to fight against racism, hate groups and a government that is hell bent on our annihilation, how could it be otherwise? Non-violence did not work because if it did, the man who history lauds as one of the most peace-loving men to have ever lived would have lived out his natural life instead of having been assassinated and we all know who I am referring to; Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. That man tried in every way possible to bring about change, peacefully and what did he get for his efforts, he got an assassin’s bullet, that’s what he got for drawing attention to the plight of slaves in America. That’s right, I said, “Slaves!” Because that is what we all are and aren’t we reminded of it every single day.

Slaves make up only 13% of the population count in America and yet in 2014, slaves represented 34% of the prison population in America and that number is worse today.

Nationwide, Black children represent 32% of children who are arrested, 42% of children who are detained, and 52% of children whose cases are judicially waived to criminal court.

For as long as the government has kept track, the economic statistics have shown a troubling racial gap. Black people are twice as likely as white people to be out of work and looking for a job. This fact was as true in 1954 as it is today.

The most recent report puts the white unemployment rate at around 4.5 percent. The black unemployment rate? About 8.8 percent.

But the economic picture for slaves is far worse than those statistics indicate. The unemployment rate only measures people who are both living at home and actively looking for a job.

What do you think would happen if the unemployment rate for Black people included those who are incarcerated? Add in those who are incarcerated and the unemployment figures for Black men jumps to 18.6%.

The Black Panthers knew that there was no peaceful way to go about effecting change because those who made up the Black Panthers, had themselves been victims of white oppression as we are today. We only have the illusion of freedom because at any given moment, each of us could be killed for no reason whatsoever and this has been playing out on city streets all across America. The slave patrols are decked out in blue and brown uniforms and have been given legal authority by the government of America to round us up whenever it pleases them to do so. Some of us are actually locked inside cages, but those of us who are not actually IN a cage are just as caged. Go into the ‘wrong’ neighborhood and find out how free you are. Protest the murder of another slave for too long and see how fast Gestapo pigs are called out to initiate a curfew to get you off the streets and locked in at night because when you burn down the white man’s means by which he makes a profit, you see just how much a slave, you still are. Get sick and walk in the doors of a hospital seeking help and they will show you that a sick slave is of no use to them, here, and here.

So yes, it is most important that you, as adult slaves, take your children to see this new Black Panther movie that is set to come out in theaters everywhere during this celebration of Slave History Month. Continue to promote the ideals behind slavery, racism, bigotry, Jim Crow, mass incarceration, income inequality, mass homelessness, gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, low educational attainment, mass poverty and government sanctioned murder by cop because you are indeed promoting all of the aforementioned especially seeing as how this movie is produced by Marvel Studios and distributed by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures. And in order to understand how racist Walt Disney was is to read about Walt Disney.

The charge: Walt Disney was racist.
The evidence: These charges stem primarily from the use of racial stereotypes in Disney movies from the 40s: Dumbo’s black crows; Fantasia’s black servant centaurette; and Song of the South, a movie so offensive that the Disney company will no longer let it be seen in public. Then there is Walt Disney’s own behavior: Gabler cites a meeting in which Disney referred to the Snow White dwarves as a “nigger pile” and another in which he used the term “pickaninny.” The book notes that Disney anticipated the Song of the South controversy and attempted to make it less racist with a rewrite and meeting with the NAACP. The meeting never happened, and the movie was released anyway. There was also some controversy about the company’s unwillingness to hire minorities at Disneyland.

I see that I’ve got to change a few words, Slaves, take your “nigger piles,” your “pickanninies” to see Walt Disney’s Black Panther and while you’re there ask the theater to beg the Disney Corporation to re-release the movie, “Song of the South,” so that you can then return and view how happy and helpful slaves were to white folks when we were still needed to pick cotton, cook and clean for them and lie down with them upon demand.

This blog post is a direct result of another blog I read about how Black children should see this movie, “Black Panther” because it will show them that there were great Black kingdoms and it will show them that Black people can have super powers and everything will just be great. Seriously???!! So these Black pickanninies, once they’ve looked at this movie, will leave the theater thinking that they have the ability to fly to freedom, to escape poverty, to get into a leaky boat and head to some great Black kingdom, to understand that the reason their daddy, uncle and cousin is incarcerated is because they just refused to use their super powers to escape incarceration in a land where they will never be free, whether caged or not. Yes, give your pickanninies the illusion of “Black Panther,” produced and released by the same company that lovingly gave us “Song of the South.”

By viewing “Black Panther,” our pickanninies will celebrate Slave History Month like it should be celebrated. We will continue to enrich the coffers of our slave owners just as we’ve always done. We may no longer cook all Massa’s meals, we may no longer pick his cotton, we may no longer tend his fields from sunup to sundown, but by god, we shall surely give our hard-earned pennies to him during this month that he has set aside for us to celebrate his benevolence towards us by putting together a movie starring many who look like us and who are from a fake kingdom when the truth of the matter is this movie is not far off its mark because there truly was a kingdom and our ancestors resided there, but the Walt Disneys of this world saw an opportunity in your ancestors and so they took them, they took them to enrich themselves and you are a product of that enrichment and you are still enriching them today. Oh, I am pretty sure that it was just a major coincidence that “Black Panther” is coming out just in time for Black History Month, I am that naïve.

I am so very sorry that the strong Black people of yesteryear are no longer with us because the women of the Civil Rights Movement would not be taking their children to see a movie that will be released by the very same company that released “Song of the South.” Their children would take part in a boycott of this movie just as they took part in the Montgomery Bus Boycott.

The Montgomery Bus Boycott was a civil-rights protest during which African Americans refused to ride city buses in Montgomery, Alabama, to protest segregated seating. The boycott took place from December 5, 1955, to December 20, 1956, and is regarded as the first large-scale U.S. demonstration against segregation.

The Women’s Political Council (WPC), a group of black women working for civil rights, began circulating flyers calling for a boycott of the bus system on December 5, the day Parks would be tried in municipal court.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and the Black women and men of his day, showed us all how to stick it to the white man; one word, BOYCOTT! And that is just something we have never been willing to continue because a movie is more important than mass incarceration, massive unemployment, income inequality, gentrification, mass homelessness, food insecurity, poverty, gangs, drugs and crime in ‘Black’ communities, inequality in health care, brain developmental problems in our children due to lead paint poisoning and yet, we are going to celebrate all of this by watching a movie because we just want a two-hour break from our reality and right afterwards, we will continue to piss and moan and whine about why we are still, slaves, and  treated as such. Ask your cousin Terrell if they are showing this movie in the prison he’s serving a 30-year sentence in for having on his person, a dime bag of weed. Ask your niece, Lakeisha if they’ll be showing “Black Panther” at the prison she is serving time at because she was arrested for prostitution and drug possession; drugs to feed her crack habit. Yeah! Ask them! And then go to the affluent suburbs of Atlanta and see how white affluent heroin addicts are treated. They’ll not be rubbing shoulders with Lakeisha since affluent white addicts that have engaged in prostitution to feed their habit are sent to rehab for as many times as it takes to get them back on the road to recovery. Meanwhile, Lakeisha sits inside a prison slaving away for pennies sewing shirts and pants for corporations because you see, she is inside a ‘For Profit Prison’ and when she goes to shower, some white male prison guard is watching her and then is making her perform sex acts on him and he is raping her. But by going to see “Black Panther,” we are doing her a world of good, just as we are also doing the Black man that’s doing time and submitting to homosexual acts, just as much good because when he gets out, his wife or girlfriend is going to understand what it means to have AIDS!

And don’t forget the popcorn as you sit back, relax and enjoy “Black Panther,” the movie.

Happy Black Slave History Month!

February Is Slave History Month

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Yea though I stand humbly draped in chains,
I am allowed to celebrate slave history gains.
And since I shall die while serving my white master,
make a note that I worshipped at your feet, sweet Alabaster.

Make no mistake, I am grateful for no freedom
since oppression is what I’m used to as I head to God’s kingdom.
There, I will be judged by their god of outrageous lies
and found stunningly unfit by the lord of these flies.
So, please stand with me now as we thank our dear captors
for our place in history; all twenty-eight chapters.

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

As we are all aware by now, we are in the midst of celebrating Slave History Month and so without further ado, let the celebrations begin.

Those of us who had no choice but to be here since we did not immigrate but are here nevertheless thanks to our ancestors having been forcibly dragged here, take this opportunity to thank those who are the spawn of what dragged us here for giving us this month to celebrate that fact. It is quite apparent that those who wish us to thank them for this opportunity to stand before them in chains to this very day, are awaiting demonstrations of gratitude from us. We have not humbled ourselves in their kitchens, slave quarters, bathrooms, bedrooms and fields quite to their satisfaction for why else have they given us this month in which to thank them for their generosity; their thoughtfulness in dragging our ancestors from Africa to America? How can we let them know just how truly delighted we are to have twenty-eight chapters…I mean, twenty-eight days in which to celebrate our slave history?

And if you think you are not still a slave, why, Donald Trump just disabused you of that notion by in essence, speaking of Frederick Douglass as though he were still alive today.

Trump had this to say about Frederick Douglass. “Frederick Douglass is an example of someone who’s done an amazing job and is being recognized more and more, I noticed.”

Frederick Douglass, on behalf of Donald Trump, we wish to take this opportunity to thank you for your continued excellence in getting your point across as it pertains to “What to the slave is your fourth of July celebrations?‘ as you tour America today. Apparently, you did not die in 1895 since Trump is noticing that you are being recognized more and more wherever you go even though most of us are aware that you were born into slavery. It is good to know that you are still with us and even though you are still a slave, they have given you leeway to go on tour to promote your abolitionist views.

I hear tell that Harriet Tubman is being brought back to life in the form of her picture on the twenty dollar bill. What in the world is President Jackson saying about this? And I know he will not keep quiet about it. But then, we shall surely wait for Donald Trump to get around to enlightening us on that score. So many slaves still here with us today to celebrate Slave History Month and so let us thank them for their continued sacrifices on our behalf. For theirs has been an excruciatingly long and arduous struggle and we also have many Civil Rights icons that we want to thank as well; Rosa Parks, Fannie Lou Hamer, Bayard Rustin, Ralph Abernathy, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, Ella Baker, Medgar Evers and so many, many more.

But today, as we celebrate Slave History Month, our celebrations are being upended thanks to The Donald’s Muslim ban and the cries for us to stand in solidarity with the Muslim community that never stood in solidarity with us; in fact, went out of its way to make sure that the ‘whites’ knew that we could not count on Muslim solidarity in our time of need. What group has ever stood in solidarity with us? Most certainly not the Muslims. And just so you know this to be true, here is a little excerpt that I took from a blog that I was reading earlier.

In the Fight Against Islamophobia, Solidarity with other Marginalized Groups is Key

when I sit around listening to aunties at parties giving pointers to each other on the best times to go to yoga classes so as to avoid black people. (Honestly, it’s a charitable interpretation of their language to even say they refer to black folks as people; most of the time they casually use the term kala, which literally means just “black” in Hindi/Urdu.)

Isn’t that nice? Black people are not even referred to as people, only as the ‘color’, Black, literally by the Muslims. You are less than a color to these Muslims. At least the ‘whites’ gave you the dubious distinction of being three-fifths human, but the Muslims don’t even give you that much. And so, you are going to stand somewhere in solidarity with some shits that don’t even see you as ‘human’? What does that say for them? Send their ass packing Donald Trump; each and every damn one of them. Send them packing!

And yes, we must be avoided at all times but because the Muslims are afraid for their very lives now, it has now been deemed appropriate to wake up and recognize that the ‘whites’ are now coming for them, so let’s get with the program that it would be to their benefit to get with ‘the color Black’ at yoga class because those  ‘Black colors’ have been marginalized since forever. The Muslim marginalization has just begun and they want to recognize the fact of ‘the ongoing color Black’ marginalization just NOW! Too goddamn late! Don’t let the door hit you on your ass on the way out of yoga class or on the way out of this country! Send them packing, Donald Trump! Send them packing! And if that isn’t bad enough, read this:

I knew my marginalization wasn’t unique every time I heard my classmates cycle through a seemingly endless repertoire of racist jokes on the schoolbus, about everything from the emo-Muslim who lets out angst by crashing planes to the Mexicans coming out of holes in their backyards to the eternal crowd favorite, “What do you call 3 black men on the moon? Three black men on the moon. What do you call 3 million? Problem solved!”
Just as horrifying as these jokes was the expectation that I would laugh at them too — since, hey, I’m not Mexican or black, so what business do I have being offended?

To take offense for the sake of people different from you is to begin to become invested in a politics deeper than your own individual hurt.

WOW! Hey slaves in America, you taking note of this? This newly marginalized Muslim here has been listening to these racist comments all her life but has chosen this time to dig up some hurt for you because now Muslims like herself are being targeted. So, this indeed is the case of “I did not speak up when first they came for the Blacks in my yoga class, I did not speak up when they told racist jokes about Black men, but now, I want these same ‘marginalized’ people to get with the program that we should now gather in a group hug and recognize that we need each other since I am now one of the ‘marginalized’.” Nope, not going to happen! If you were never in my corner…AND, you were NOT!!!, you are never going to be in my corner simply because the focus is not just solely on our ass anymore, but now they have dumped their collective hatred onto your ass! And even your various college degrees are not enough to save you from their hysterical hatred for Muslims from select countries who hold green cards or an H-1b visa. You see the one difference between us is I don’t hold a green card nor a visa because I was born here. Can you say the same? No, I didn’t think so because if you could, you wouldn’t be so put out about this Muslim ban, would you? They cannot put your sorry ass out of this country fast enough to suit me! Send them packing Donald Trump! Send them packing!

So, let us celebrate Slave History Month, my fellow slaves because we are on our own. There is no need for you to feel pressured to march through the streets with those who are afraid of some immigration ban because their fight is not your fight since your fight, they never bothered with or even thought about since it did not seem as though the ‘whites’ would ever pick a fight with them. No, celebrate your Slave History Month for what it is worth and tell those who would stand in solidarity with you now that karma is a bitch! Send them packing Donald Trump! Send them packing!

A Black Rose In Bloom!

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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’!

I Didn’t Boycott The Oscars At All!

The 85th Academy Awards® will air live on Oscar® Sunday, February 24, 2013.

I am living proof of Negro history.
I live it each and every day.
The white man thinks he’s doing me a favor
by telling me to celebrate my history, HIS way!

I don’t live and breathe for the white man.
Nor will I let him control who I am.
I won’t go to him for any ole awards
because for his accolades, I don’t give a damn.

I didn’t boycott the Oscars at all.
Why the hell should I even care?
I know where the fuck I stand.
Why would I sit in front of a box and stare?

Oh I hear how Chris Rock told some jokes.
And Tracy Morgan played the fool in a skit.
But what is really so funny in the end
is that this was all just some Black History shit!

And so we end this Black History at The Oscars
 with Al Sharpton protesting out back
and Melissa Harris-Perry, what can I say?
Either she quit or she got the fucking sack.

I guess ‘Twelve Years A Slave’ got no sequel.
And ‘The Butler’ dropped Massa’s rum punch.
‘The Help’ ain’t here to pick up the pieces
of the Black Hollywood Brady Bunch!

So, pick your ‘coon’ part and play it to the hilt.
Sell some tickets and be thankful for your job.
You don’t need an award from the white man,
just an adoring theater going mob.

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

Go ask Niggers With Attitude(N.W.A.), they’ll tell ya! Straight Outta Compton grossed 201.6 million, so where are the awards and I know Negroes flocked to that movie like flies on shit?

You fucking know the score. Deal with it or don’t! But just shut the fuck up because the white man don’t give a shit about your boycotts when you’ve already paid the price for his movie tickets. And when Massa decides to make another movie about some white folks needing some maid and butler services, be sure to head on inside a movie theater, pay for your ticket and watch your life play out in front of you. When Massa decides to hire some Negroes to play ‘400 Years A Slave’, there ya go! Head on back in and watch YOUR role in the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade play out, but don’t expect no goddamn Oscar for that shit. Hell! Anybody can scream, moan, wring their hands and gnash their teeth while getting their fucking back lashed! Maybe they’ll make a ‘White Chicks II’ starring some more Black-assed motherfuckers all got up in ‘white’ face and they’ll finally win an Oscar for that shit! But….uh…don’t hold yer breath!

Meanwhile, ‘The Hood’ burns! And guess who stars in that shit???!!!!!! Yeah! Our children!!! You dumbass motherfuckers don’t even know what’s goddamn important and some goddamn awards ain’t fucking important!!!!!!!!!!

Repeating The Past Will Not Change A Thing!

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Repeating the past will not change a thing.
Printing more signs and marching won’t bring
the dead back to life or make Black people free.
And your spiritual songs make a mockery
of a past you don’t know but fail to seek.
You believe what you’re told; how obligingly meek!

And as long as you remain right where you are,
on your forehead, they will brand a gold star
Such fools are we to listen to lies
 and continue on as though we aren’t despised.

Juneteenth, we celebrate and for what, I don’t know
because from where I sit, this is a Minstrel show.
You strut on the stage and expect an award.
You run with a ball and think you are adored.

But drive down the street and go the wrong way
and your ass will find out that whitey don’t play.
So bow to the slavers that still own you today,
 for they and their god, you choose to obey.

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

And of course, lest I forget, Happy ‘Black’ History Month! Let the celebration begin!

 

Black History

Black History Month

Dragged from your native land,
on a floating barge of death;
you built paradise for a thief
who then plundered all the wealth.

Your name was not your own.
You would never again be free.
To know such hate from them,
as they hang you from a tree.

They say that slavery’s over.
Go forth and earn your keep.
And though you labor long,
you’re valued much too cheap.

You were denied so many rights.
And the vote was not for you.
Though many marched and died,
the court bid that adieu.

Some think you’ve made great strides
in the face of all that’s wrong.
Yet they herd you into prison,
because they hate that you are strong.

Be wary of their smiles,
for they mean you so much harm.
If you’ve a talent, they’ll exploit it.
All over you, they’ll swarm.

They’ll use you and then kill you.
You’re nothing but a thing,
and when your candle’s burned
you’ll feel ole Massa’s sting.

Don’t ever let your guard down,
and it doesn’t pay to trust.
Shield from them any weakness.
Always show them your disgust.

Black history holds no fame.
And it certainly gets no cheer.
Times have never changed.
They still look at you and jeer!

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

Although this one is pretty much self-explanatory, I will just add that though there are a few, and I do mean few stories about progress that some Negroes have made, the fact remains that this is no time to be celebrating because the majority of us are fucked up and just a glance around will make that fact, quite obvious.

I was pretty much torn over what to post about this month and I see no reason to attempt to put together some feel good shit because nothing ‘feels’ good to me, not at all. Too much nasty shit has gone down and the murder of Freddie Gray, Tamir Rice, Renisha McBride, Aiyana Jones, Sandra Bland, Walter Scott, John Crawford, Eric Garner, Michael Brown and there are so many others are still too raw for me, emotionally speaking, to post any uplifting stories about Negro history during what the ‘whites’ have designated, “Black History Month.”

I will leave it up to others to showcase the ‘feel good’ shit of Negro history and if any inspiration should strike me, you’ll be the second to know.

Have We Broken The Chains Of Slavery?

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Have we broken the chains of slavery?
And before you answer, “Yes!”
Just take a look around.
Give me your wildest guess.

Our children can’t play in parks.
They are shot for being Black.
Black women are hanged in jail,
and the unemployment office is packed.

The homeless on the street
are there because they are poor.
Gentrification took their homes
and shoved them out the door.

The Blacks in Hollywood
are never recognized.
No gains have been made.
Now, can this be denied?

Try and convince yourself
that we have made progress.
And then take your blinders off
 because Black America is a mess!

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

Since Black History Month is so goddamn short, I thought I’d get an early start.

Now, I would try and post something on Black History Month each and everyday, but y’all know the story. Since I am Black, then that means that I am more than likely caught up in some legal issues and that is why I will most likely not be able to post each day because it shall be necessary for me to tend to my legal issues. And no, I have not robbed the liquor store, burned down a CVS or mugged an old white lady, I am involved in a civil matter that DRUM ROLL PLEASE!!!, quite actually was initiated by the criminal act of a ‘white’ woman. Yeah, I know, who would’ve thought! But be that as it may, let me set the record straight. I don’t give a good goddamn about the fact that the mainstream media portrays Black people as the initiator of crimes far and above that of whites when nothing could be further from the truth. The truth of the matter is that white folks don’t get caught up in the legal system or court system because who controls ‘THE SYSTEM’? Exactly! White filth does! So what white filth is going to charge other white filth with a crime? Just ask Mr. ‘Affluenza’ himself, Ethan Couch.

It was a case that captivated the nation, prompting a discussion about wealth and power: A white teenager from a well-off family killed four people in a Texas suburb in June 2013 while driving drunk. At trial, a judge gave the teenager probation after a witness testified that he had suffered from too much privilege — an affliction the witness called “affluenza.”

But since I have a penchant for digressing and getting sidetracked, February, the shortest month of the year, has been designated as Black History Month. Thank you! Thank you white folks! How very ‘white’ of you to do this for us poor Black folks that you continue to fuck up to this very day but at least I get a month set aside, ‘thanks’ to your thoughtfulness, to showcase the gains that have been made by Blacks in this shithole called, AmeriKKKa. And white folks know that there ain’t gonna be any gains, hence the designation of February as Black History Month!

And yes, the gains are embarrassingly few. So without further ado, I shall get started. As of today, January 30th, 2016, Black people have gained uh…..let me think….uh….hmmmm…oh yes, the right to vote. The right to vote for one bigoted asshole after another and as if that wasn’t bad enough, the whites had us thinking that we were voting for a Black man, Barack Obama and he turned out to be just another worthless ass white motherfucker all got up in Black face.

Now, for gain number two. Hold on, I’m thinking. I got it! I got it! Even though this is not occurring here in AmeriKKKa, the shit in Great Britain spawned the vile shits that sailed to AmeriKKKa and Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, was born in AmeriKKKa. The British are making a TV series about Michael Jackson, Elizabeth Taylor and Marlon Brando and of course, this will give another out-of-work Black actor, a job playing the role of Michael Jackson. The half-hour comedy “Elizabeth, Michael & Marlon,” centers around a fabled road trip in which Jackson, Elizabeth Taylor and Marlon Brando tried to get home to Los Angeles from New York after the September 11 terrorist attacks.

Joseph Fiennes’ casting as Michael Jackson in a British TV production, is WHITE!

Stop the goddamn presses! What the fuck!! A white motherfucker is going to play Michael, ‘had an Afro at one point in time’ Jackson???!!!!!

Here ends the ‘gains’ of Blacks in ‘white’ AmeriKKKa! Now let me step outside and spontaneously fucking combust AND have my head blast off into deep goddamn space! If that ain’t beyond the end of enough! Goddamn motherfucking jacked up shit, is what it is! But we gone celebrate Black History Month! Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!!!!

I Must Teach My Children!

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I was not there to march from Selma to Montgomery.
No ‘colored only’ entrance sign do I see.
I never once sat at the back of the bus.
And no one has set the dogs on me.

Never was a cross burned in my front yard.
When did I ever see a lynching take place?
Why is it that I can walk in any door,
and believe that there is only the human race?

I sit here with tears welling up in my eyes.
Why do I cry when I had to read about Jim Crow?
I cry because of those who paid my dues for me,
so that what they knew, I should never know.

What must I do in memory of them?
How can I show them how thankful I am?
I must teach my children of their sacrifice.
And never let them forget every sacrificial lamb.

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

Because of all who went before me, I have benefitted from their sacrifice. I rant and rave at all of the injustices that remain to this very day. But what I need to do is to acknowledge that if it were not for those who stood like a wall, if it were not for those who refused to back down, if it were not for those who wanted their children to never go through what they had to, if it were not for those who went to jail so that I could vote, if it were not for those who refused to accept separate but equal when it was not, if it were not for those who boycotted the buses, if it were not for those that gave their life, I would not be where I am today. And even though they are no longer here to read this or to hear me, I thank them! I thank them, one and all!

We must never forget them and we must continue their legacy. Teach the children about them. May these sacrificial lambs never pass into obscurity and fade into the dusty annals of a long forgotten history.

Black Is The Color Of My Skin!

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Black is not the color of evil,
nor is it the depths of despair.
Black is the color of my skin.
No other color would I want to wear.

Black is not the color of hate,
nor is it a victim of your guilt.
Black is the color of my skin,
and the foundation upon which everything was built.

Black is not the color of racism,
nor is it a burden that I bear.
Black is the color of my skin,
and the color of my beautiful curly hair.

Black is not a color you give to me,
nor is it the one I let you choose.
Black is the color of my skin,
and it comes in so many different hues.

Black is not a color that fades away,
nor will it let you strike it down.
Black is the color of my skin,
from ebony all the way to brown.

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