How to be hungry — Jambo Robyn

This is a bit of an odd post for me, and quite long, so I won’t be offended if poetry readers skip it. Mostly it is published so I/it can be there for myself if it happens again. Last week I had the distinct pleasure of a totally new and profound experience of hunger. Of […]

via How to be hungry — Jambo Robyn

More from the original article.

Still, after a few days of just drinking litres upon litres of water, I couldn’t take the hunger any longer and my mind switched out. I was no longer in a familiar state, the demands of my body were so intense that decision making was becoming increasingly complicated – the more I tried to “think”, the harder things became. I did a bit of crying and stressing out, but then I noticed that behaviour produced such an intensifying of my discomfort, hormones or something, that I had to force myself to stop. Every standard behaviour used far more energy than I had available so I had to drop it all.

After a couple of days I was already dizzy, vague, shaky and very nauseous, not to mention the hunger pains and various other aches and stiffness all throughout my body. Low energy was probably an understatement.

If there are any ‘humans’ out there, read about this dear woman’s struggles to survive in Australia. She is treated like shit just because she has the audacity to wear a ‘copper’ colored cloak. She is not one who has not been kissed with melanin. She is melanin rich and for that she must suffer joblessness and hunger.

The battle is real! The battle is raging and people who are innocent are caught up in a never ending struggle just to survive and yet there are so-called ‘humans’ who have more money than they can ever spend and still, they try and shame those who fall on hard times and try and dismantle social programs that would help them or make them jump through so many hoops as to make it not even worth the time and effort because they are already too weak from hunger.

Look at what we have become! And don’t even sit somewhere and think that you are immune to this because the day is coming when not one of us will be immune. I just posted a blog on the issue of hunger here in America and yet, this lady lives in Australia and the same austerity measures in place here are, likewise, in place in Australia, at least for those who have melanin.

TO ROBYN: Please comment on this post and from that I can get your email address and I can email you because I want to help. I am not trying to shame you because the shame is not yours. I too, have been in your shoes and may be in them again, but if there is some way that I can help, I will. Or better yet, I have commented on your blog, so please email me.

I have testified to my poverty situation down through the years all over this blog and our situation is NOT on us, it is on the system of white supremacy that controls the world and sets the stage for so much suffering, misery and death for those who look like us. We are NOT the problem and we ALL know who IS the problem.

Also from the original article.

It is not so easy to imagine this feeling unless you have experienced it. Thankfully it’s only happened a few times in my life, but never for this long and never with no prospective income on the horizon and the subsequent brain crash. Unfortunately, about half of the world’s population lives like this for most of their lives, first world or not.

Did you read that???!!!

“Unfortunately, about half of the world’s population lives like this for most of their lives, first world or not.”

I am going to keep this one civil because I am re-blogging it, but I am so enraged over this, that I don’t know why I have not had an apoplectic fit! People should not have to ‘struggle’ like this, but because so few hoard so much, so many have so little. How sick and twisted is that. That was NOT a question!

The struggle is real.

 

This Is How Whites Treat Their Family Members Who Are BROKE Seniors

Check the photos, whites, and see if any of YOUR broke senior relatives were left stranded in a California housing complex that housed seniors/disabled people who were left to hang out to dry since the power company(Pacific Gas and Electric), shut off the power in what they say are their attempts to stop the wildfires in California that are even now, still raging.

Does this person look familiar to any of you whites out there? Isn’t she someone’s grandmother? Mother? Daughter? Sister? Niece? Great grandmother? You don’t care about her? Obviously not?

The woman in the above photo tripped over another resident in the hallway and to this day, she still doesn’t know who she tripped over and subsequently hurt her knee. And Black folks are sitting somewhere thinking that whites will ever get up off fucking our Black asses up when they don’t even give a shit for their own elderly relatives.

What about this next woman? Any of you whites out there recognize her?

And what about ANY of these? Do you recognize these folks as your family members? Oh, that’s right! They’re too POOR to be bothered with!

Disabled California seniors in complex left behind in outage

NOVATO, Calif. (AP) — One woman in her 80s tripped over another resident who had fallen on the landing in a steep stairwell. Others got disoriented, even in their own apartments, and cried out for help.

At least 20 seniors with wheelchairs and walkers were essentially trapped, in the dark, in a low-income apartment complex in Northern California during a two-day power shut-off aimed at warding off wildfires.

Residents of the Villas at Hamilton in Novato, north of San Francisco, say they were without guidance from their property management company or the utility behind the blackout as they faced pitch-black stairwells and hallways and elevators that shut down.

Where were the families of these people who were trapped in this building when the power was shut off? You can’t get more vulnerable than 80 and in a wheelchair or pushing a walker while living in a senior/disabled low-income apartment complex. Oh I bet I know what the families of these white seniors were doing while their elderly relatives were falling all over the place in confusion in a dark low-income apartment complex, they were busy rescuing FIDO because FIDO and FLUFFY mean more to them than their own damn grandma or great grandma, sister, niece, mother; all of the aforementioned.

This shows you up for the shameless shits you really are, WHITES. You don’t even give a damn about your own elderly, feeble relatives, but you make damn sure that your dogs and cats are out of harm’s way along with your useless, worthless ass.

Not one Black person lives in that building; that is quite obvious and so this shit is not on us, this shit is on you, WHITES. You look worse and worse as each catastrophe comes down the goddamn pike and the shit that is going to go down is only going to make you look worse, but you don’t even care about that because if you did, your grandma would not be left to fend for herself during rolling blackouts especially seeing as how if you were trying to contact your elderly relative at this complex and you got no answer, then you would have known that the power was shutoff. So don’t even come up with the excuse that you had no fucking idea that grandma Becky was sitting somewhere in the damn dark, scared and some more shit. Don’t even bother trying to explain away why Aunt Sarah was tripping over some other poor elderly lady and busting her arthritic knee up while trying to make it down the hallway to find some answers as to when the power would come back on.

And people have the nerve to actually think that we have something to work with these days in that people just need a bit of nudging and that will wake them the fuck up when they don’t even care about their elderly, vulnerable family members who are left in a low-income housing complex with no electricity to fend for themselves and everyone in there is either in a wheelchair or pushing a walker around. The apartment complex management didn’t give a damn about them because they knew of the blackout and did not inform the residents that the lights would be shut off and that the elevator would stop working. How the hell were those in wheelchairs supposed to get out of that building if it too, caught on fire?

Those of you who thought we had something to “work with,” are you still of the opinion that we do after having looked at the picture  and read the content of this post? You seriously think that these worthless ass shits over here in Amerikkka, who couldn’t give two flying turds about their own family members are going to give a shit about someone with a deeper skin tone than their own? These worthless WHITE shits leave their own elderly, feeble and wheelchair bound relatives to fend for themselves during rolling blackouts and wildfires and so what does that say for WHITES? Not a goddamn thing good, that’s for damn sure!

You see, if you don’t have a dime to leave WHITES, then your ass is grass! If grandma Jane was in an upscale assisted living facility, the WHITES would have been all up in there making sure that grandma Jane saw them pretending to give a shit about her just so she didn’t change her will and leave them the fuck out of it, but since it is quite obvious that these elderly people had no money to bequeath their worthless white-assed relatives, they could just fucking die already. WHITES are only going to do something for someone if there is a potential benefit for them and poor assed elderly relatives can’t do shit for them since they’ve got not a pot to piss in nor a window  to throw it out. They’re just sitting somewhere sucking oxygen with nothing to show for it. Yeah! That’s how WHITES roll and they ALL fucking know this shit! And we wonder why the planet is in the condition it is in, look at what WHITES do and how they treat their own goddamn relatives and there’s your clue!

And newsflash, WHITES! Your shit is going to continue to burn, burn and burn because isn’t that what the fuck you did to the Black Wall Street and to the Black town, Rosewood and to MOVE in Philadelphia and don’t even get me started on the “Arkansas sharecropper massacre.” Oh, you’ve got much to atone for and you ain’t even begun to atone. Word is that California is soon going to be ‘unlivable.’ Like that’s news. This entire goddamn shithole is going to be ‘unlivable’ despite how many luxury buildings you throw up. As you can see, the fires are getting ever more closer to more densely populated areas like Los Angeles. I can’t wait to hear that downtown Los Angeles is up in flames. Hallelujah! That’d be a sight to see! All of those high rise, luxury condos and office buildings in smoldering ruins. Too goddamn bad the goats they brought in to chew the weeds near Ronald ‘turning on a spit in hell’ Raygun’s library did such an excellent job that it saved that worthless, racist piece of garbage’s library. No matter, there will be another wildfire season. WHITES bringing us ‘climate change’ has seen to that!

 

 

 

 

The Crazy Shit That’s Happening!

For those of you who have posted blogs and I have not gotten a chance to view, it is because I have been on yet another trip to Baltimore and the crazy shit that’s happening just won’t quit!

My cousin and I go to Baltimore for our primary care because we live in racist ass Lynchburg. We are about to bounce in September and believe me, we cannot wait. However, with that being said, the crazy shit that I have seen in Baltimore, MD THIS trip is just whacked! We had to go to the airport to get our tickets and the lightrail was out-of-service thanks to a massive sinkhole on Pratt Street in downtown Baltimore that put the lightrail out-of-service. Thankfully, we found a way around that small problem.

At my cousin’s doctor appointment, there were people sitting in the waiting area who were homeless and who had been homeless for quite some time. The problem is that there was a social worker at the clinic as well as a ‘Housing Co-ordinator’ and both were completely useless and were paid to basically do nothing. One lady was asking the ‘housing co-ordinator’ to help her find housing and what she got for her efforts was a listing straight from ‘Apartmentsdotcom’ and told to “find your own housing because there is no affordable housing in Baltimore, MD.” What the fuck? The social worker was who had referred her to this so-called ‘housing co-ordinator’.

As we were leaving my cousin’s doctor’s appointment, we stumbled upon a man who was sleeping on the sidewalk in 105°F. I have no idea if the man was alive or dead, but we were too afraid to touch him for fear that he was ice cold.

After passing this man, we damn near stumbled upon another scene just like this one, only there were several people standing around a man who was lying on the sidewalk and it appears that he had fallen and a lady knelt beside him and tried to feel for a pulse only to look up and state that she couldn’t find one. We left as she was calling for paramedics. This scene plays out all across America, every single day and it is getting worse.

As politicians fight amongst themselves over Mueller investigations and Russian interference in elections, the people of this country are fucked up and are dropping dead on these mean streets and no one gives a goddamn! As solar panels are put up to provide lighting for specific areas, people are left to make it or not on their own.

What is the point to all of this when people need the money that was put to use to provide solar lighting in some areas? Why is there never any money to help those in need? How can people lying on the sidewalk be so overlooked while light fixtures are deemed more important than people dying on the sidewalk due to the heat or health conditions or both? What the hell is wrong with us? Why do we not see ourselves when we look at homeless people because with the shit that is going down, how can we not see that where they are, we too shall go? Not one of us will be immune to the crazy shit that’s happening. Not one! Don’t believe for a second that just because you believe that your job is secure in that no robot can do what you do, you are completely in denial. Robots are performing surgery. Robots are building vehicles. Robots are performing tasks that humans do including acting as sex dolls. Before too long, there is not going to be any job left that a robot cannot do and so more and more of us are going to join the ranks of the homeless; dying because we are homeless.

You sit in your comfortable home now, but the day is coming when your comfortable home will be exchanged for a sidewalk, an underpass, a tent or a box. Someone maybe checking for a pulse on your body and calling for the paramedics that will also be robots to come haul you to the morgue. The time to do something about this is now! And this is why I have collaborated with a company and designed a logo to help end homelessness, one person at a time. Someone has got to do something and I can no longer sit somewhere and wait for the next person to get it done.

I will soon have up and running a site whereas I will be selling t-shirts and mugs, caps and other items for the express purpose of starting an organization to end homelessness or at the very least, put a dent in the overwhelming numbers of homeless persons. No one is really doing a damn thing about homelessness besides posting videos after having interviewed the homeless. What the hell does that do? Not a goddamn thing. I am hell bent on trying to be a solution as opposed to continue as a frustrated onlooker. Below is a picture of just some of the merchandise that I will be selling with the proceeds going exclusively to helping people step from homelessness into housing.

Also available in the apparel line will be hoodies, tank tops, short sleeve t-shirts, long sleeve t-shirts, etc.

The writing is on the wall. There is no affordable housing. Rents are skyrocketing. Home ownership is out-of-reach for millions. The only way that we can attempt to help one another is through community support which means helping when we can; finding ways to counter the escalating shit that’s been coming down the pike for some time now. We can no longer look the other way because the crazy shit that is happening is going to affect us all. Apathy and complacency can no longer be the rule of the day. People, wake the fuck up! No politician is going to do a damn thing about a damn thing. All they are doing is trying to distract us from the real shit that is going down. Donald Trump’s tax return release is not going to house a homeless person. Russia’s supposed meddling in the election is not going to house a homeless person. That stupid Mueller hearing is not going to house a homeless person. That shit is just smoke and mirrors; the exact same shit that IS Wall Street. Wall Street’s shenanigans are just that and they have no place in our everyday life. Those of us who are on the mean streets of this shithole have nothing to lose or gain from Wall Street. We are not high rollers. We are not playing with fake ass money that is produced by a magician’s sleight of hand. I am seeing real people in real need; something that the politicians never care to see or concern themselves with. They don’t care that millions of people are housing insecure, are food insecure, are without health care because if they did, do you really think that the only worthless shit that they are concentrating on is Trump’s tax returns, Russia’s supposed meddling and other frivolous shit that matters not to the man, woman or child who is lying on the sidewalk breathing their last? What I just witnessed, a man without a pulse lying on the sidewalk in broad daylight with temperatures soaring to 100F should not have happened in one of the supposed richest countries on the planet, but I witnessed it.

I can no longer pen poems and consider that that is all that I should do. Who is that helping? I cannot just continue to witness the horror of people dying on the sidewalk because they cannot get in out of the heat; the heat that is only going to get worse thanks to man-made global warming. You do what you want or not, that depends on you. But I have got to at the very least….try! And that is exactly what I intend to do!

While politicians drone on about impeachment,
I lie here able to sleep on hot ass pavement.
While another dog and pony show commences,
and Mueller testifies about Trump’s offenses,
just down the street from me, a homeless man lay dying.
but over his death, I don’t have any tears for crying.
For I am probably next and there will be none to weep,
since the other homeless souls all around me are asleep.

White Woman lay dead in Nevada jail cell for hours after deputy found her unresponsive

 

White folks! I would take note of this case if I were you because if you continue thinking that only Black people are getting killed in jails and prisons, which we are in record numbers, think again. You are not immune just because you are white. Just ask Kelly Coltrain. Oh, that’s right, you can’t. She died in jail.

RENO, Nevada — Locked away in a Nevada county jail for failing to take care of her traffic tickets, 27-year-old Kelly Coltrain asked to go to the hospital. Instead, as her condition worsened, she was handed a mop and told to clean up her own vomit. She died in her jail cell less than an hour later.

Despite being in a video-monitored cell, Mineral County Sheriff’s deputies did not recognize that Coltrain had suffered an apparent seizure and had not moved for more than six hours. When a deputy finally entered her cell and couldn’t wake her, he did not call for medical assistance or attempt to resuscitate her. Coltrain lay dead in her cell until the next morning when state officials arrived to investigate.

This 27-year old woman is dead because she failed to pay for some traffic tickets? This woman is dead because the entire so-called criminal justice system in America is in fact, a system that was set up to turn a profit for corporations and to enslave poor people for profit by arresting them for owing traffic tickets, for failure to attend a court appearance, failure to make bail and is in fact, modern day slavery. As I have stated before, America only comprises 5% of the world’s population, but houses 25% of the world’s population in prisons, many of whom are Black. But since the heroin epidemic has impacted whites in rural, urban and suburban areas, they are finding themselves victims also who are caught up in the same system that has been warehousing Black slaves since the ‘official’ end of slavery which never really ended, it just morphed into ‘prison slave pens’. But as usual, I digress.

An investigation found that Coltrain’s jailers violated multiple policies when they denied her medical care after she informed them she was dependent on drugs and suffered seizures when she went through withdrawals.

Well, so much for all the CDC (Centers for Disease Control) hand wringing over whites who are addicted to drugs since Kelly Coltrain escaped notice. Kelly Coltrain was an addict. She was addicted to heroin. She did not pay some traffic tickets. She was caught speeding. She was arrested. She told the jail personnel that she was an addict and that she was sick and needed medical attention. They threw her in a cell and left her there and even though she was being monitored via surveillance video by male jail guards who saw her vomiting, they did nothing but take her a mop and demand that she clean her own vomit up. She could only sit on the bed and push the mop across the floor. A guard eventually noticed that she hadn’t moved. He came in and, with his boot, nudged her leg, WITH HIS BOOT! She didn’t move and he touched her arm. It was cold. He went to get some help. They checked her pulse and finding no pulse, left her there, stone, cold dead. An entire day passed and no one even called for paramedics. No one at that jail did anything at all for Kelly Coltrain until an investigation commenced the next day! A woman lay dead for an entire day in a jail cell in Nevada. This is reminiscent of another woman who lay dead in a jail cell in Texas. Remember Sandra Bland?

The medical examiner found heroin in her system and labeled Kelly Coltrain’s death, “accidental” caused by “complications of drug use.”

Is that really why this woman died? “Complications of drug use?” Look at the pictures and then answer the question.

Kelly Coltrain sits in a cell at the Mineral County Jail in Hawthorne. She died about an hour after her jailer asked her to mop her vomit from the floor. (Photo: Mineral County Sheriff)

Look at the above picture real good. This is what is happening to people just like her who have done nothing more than amass tickets and get addicted to drugs.

This still taken from Mineral County Sheriff’s Office surveillance video shows Sgt. Jim Holland asks Kelly Coltrain to mop her cell. (Photo: Mineral County Sheriff’s Office)

This woman was so weak from having eaten nothing and needed medical attention, but was instead told to clean up her own vomit which she could only do from her bed since she was too weak to stand and the jail guard is pointing at a spot she missed, telling her to clean it up.

This still from Mineral County Sheriff’s Office surveillance video shows Deputy Ray Gulcynski tapping Kelly Coltrain with his boot and finding her unresponsive. (Photo: Mineral County Sheriff’s Office)

Kelly Coltrain, lying dead in her cell. So, what killed her? Her drug addiction? Her unpaid traffic tickets? That a cop pulled her over for speeding and so she was arrested because she already had unpaid traffic tickets? No. Kelly Coltrain is dead because the system that punishes people for speeding, driving without a license or insurance or for any other reason is deeply flawed and it is by intent because something could have been done about the criminal justice system by now so that people like Kelly Coltrain, don’t end up dead because they owed tickets, was speeding and hooked on drugs.

How many of you go even 10 miles over the posted speed limit? How many of you have ever had your insurance lapse? It happens, I know. The only reason it hasn’t happened to me is because I know that I have got to have my shit in order before I get behind the wheel of a car. I know that I have got to make sure that all of my lights are working; signal lights, backup lights, headlights, the whole nine yards. I have got to know that my license is up-to-date and that my insurance is current because I am a descendant of slaves and I know what is in store for me if I get locked up. And so now, you know what is in store for you if you get locked up and have a medical emergency. That emergency may not be what Kelly Coltrain’s emergency was; an addiction. It could be a diabetic incident or a heart attack or an epileptic seizure. The treatment that Kelly Coltrain received, you can expect the same.

You may feel no pity for Kelly Coltrain, but if this were to happen to a loved one of yours, would you still feel the same way? Again, take a good long look at Kelly Coltrain. She is among millions that this is happening to.

All the signs pointed to something seriously medically wrong with Kelly Coltrain, but did she ever get the medical intervention that she needed? No. All she got was dead and the cause of death? “Complications of drug use.” Really?

Everything we do benefits some corporation. Insurance is a racket because if you get into an accident, who benefits the most from a lawsuit? Certainly not the victim. The lawyers benefit; those who work FOR the insurance companies and those who claim to work for YOU. Who benefits from traffic tickets? Not the taxpayers. Who benefits from paying a bail bondsman? You don’t get that money back. Who benefits when people are incarcerated? Corporations. Who benefited from Kelly Coltrain getting locked up? She’s dead. She still can’t pay her traffic tickets. Will people ever wake up??? We know Kelly isn’t, but will you?

Through Red And Angry Eyes!

 

When I first started blogging,
I was gentle as a lamb.
But today, my rants and ravings
couldn’t compete in a poetry slam.

Oh I come out smoking hot,
full of rage and indignation
at a society of clueless cretins
who compound my own frustration.

When I said my pen was drained,
just a few short years ago,
I should have thrown in the towel,
but what kept me going was my ego.

I was such an attention seeker
who was so pleased with what I wrote,
I quite forgot to temper my anger
and on my own bile, I almost choke.

I’ve written many a poem
and what I once thought of as prose,
but now I foam at the mouth
and no poem, can I compose.

Through red and angry eyes,
I view the world with a vengeful gaze.
I no longer believe in humanity
or think there is hope for better days.

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

I remember when I first started blogging, I was inspired and had not yet been tainted by all of the things that have now made me rage and lash out at the world. I am filled with such a white hot blazing anger that some times, I quite fear that I shall go mad. I used to pen poems about the homeless and oh how sincere I was. That is why I titled this blog, “Bringing Social Issues To The Forefront,” because I wanted to highlight the societal ills that affected so many people. I wanted to try and shed a spotlight on those who are forgotten, overlooked and ignored. I wanted to shed a light on human suffering, but by doing so, I suffered for it. Those of us who are truly caring, apparently, can only take but so much before it starts tearing away at our very soul. I am becoming something I once abhorred; a cold, callous, hateful and vengeful person who has lost her way.

I cannot find in me the poetry that once used to flow so freely from my mind to my fingers. And that is why I don’t post poems anymore. I just don’t have them in me; not the ones that I look back on and read and I can tell that I put deep feeling into them; they are me. What I write now is what I have turned into.

There have been so many people that I have fallen out with who I used to hold in high esteem, but because of what I allowed in, I’ve cussed people out, called them out and have hurt people and that was never who I was, but that is who I am now. We are letting the evil that is in the very air we breathe into our bodies and that evil is building in strength and we are hating each other because we have allowed others to feed us their hate, their callousness, their disregard for human life, their greed, their selfishness and their depravity and we have, some of us that is, swallowed it down and brought it back up. We are consumed with hatred for each other like I’ve never seen before and I am quite guilty of this. Most days I am livid from the time I wake up until the time I close my eyes in sleep and I carry this around with me every single day. I do not like what I have become and if I continue to feed the flames of hatefulness that has consumed so many, I can no longer take the high road. I must admit that I am just like them.

And lastly, I did not even heed the words of my own poem, “Yield Not To Temptation!”

“WHY?”

I am like a star that refuses to shine,
or you could liken me to a plant
that just won’t grow,
worn out from endless battles
fought over my skin.
  Is there no final curtain call
on a show that will never end?
These are my burdens of despair,
drooping my shoulders
and graying my hair.
Cops still shooting us down,
drugs plaguing what’s left
of hoods yet to be gentrified.
Siren-filled nights,
as gunfire brings home,
a message of cruelty,
inhumanity and torn apart lives.
I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

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

Sometimes, I am so filled with despair over the suffering that is relentless, that it suffocates me. To have a heart that hurts so much to the point that it makes me want to just scream. Why are we devolving into debased creatures who can kill each other without even blinking? And it begs the question for those who believe in evolution, “Did we ever really ‘evolve’?” When I look around, I can honestly say, “No, we did not!” For surely, what we see is irrefutable proof that we certainly did not! And if anyone should be so disturbed as to believe that these were ‘mercy killings’…..just don’t even go there.

The blog that preceded this one is partly responsible for this post and then, add this into the equation and my heart is heavy with despair!

Homeless men are being gunned down on the street in Las Vegas

The video is chilling. James Edgar Lewis is sleeping under a Las Vegas freeway when a dark-colored SUV passes by. Seconds later, a man wearing a dark top emerges from the vehicle and shoots Lewis twice in the head before fleeing.

There is no struggle, no fight. Lewis never even appears to wake up.

“It’s basically an execution,” said Lt. Dan McGrath of Las Vegas Metropolitan Police.

This is the second such killing in the Las Vegas area.

On January 29, Brian Clegg was shot and killed, also while sleeping, in front of a business on a busy street.

Two lost souls sleeping on the streets, with as many horrors and problems that entails and then,  finally, from sheer exhaustion, more than likely, finding some relief in sleep, only to be shot dead.

I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

I Am Not A Shell Of A Human Lacking Humanity!

no humanity

Strong hands rest on gently rounded hips,
smooth dark skin and thick, full lips.
Tightly curled hair, my crowning glory;
a picture perfect, wordless story.

Sculpted features, carved by time,
upon my face, not one wrinkle or line.
Legs that stand firm to bear my weight,
and a Teflon coating that repels all hate.

Torn from Africa and brought to these shores,
compared and found lacking to pale-skinned whores.
Desire in the eyes of sickly white men,
with fetid breath and reeking of gin.

Sent to the fields and whipped every day,
trying to understand why I’m treated this way.
No hope of returning to the home that I loved.
I’m poked and prodded, pushed and shoved.

Stripped and sold and draped in chains,
told that I’m an animal and that I have no brains.
Am I a beast of burden or the white man’s slave?
To him, I am both until I’m lowered in my grave.

He will have to whip me, both day and night.
And still he’ll not crush me nor dim my light.
It glows from within and it will not die.
My bloodline will continue to multiply.

I will not worship his god; a deity of hate,
nor confine my soul to the white man’s fate.
That is not who I am and never will be,
I am not a shell of a human lacking humanity.

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

I absolutely refuse to bow down and worship the white man’s god! How can I worship that which produced filth that would enslave my ancestors and me, commit unspeakable atrocities against us and then have the unmitigated gall to then turn around and head inside a church to bow down and worship a so-called, god ‘of love’?You cannot have it both ways. Love cannot come from hate and whatever hatred is praying to, it is not a ‘god’ of love! You are being played! Stop playing the fool!

The ‘white’ man’s god is not a god of ‘love’ if it produced him, he who is filled with nothing but hate! Negro people, where is your capacity for critical thinking? How can you emulate the ‘white’ man’s ways when you know it doesn’t make any sense to follow him over the cliff? How can you know what he has done to your ancestors and is also doing to you and yet, you take up his habits, his beliefs, his justifications for why he does what he does and worship the same false idols? Are you insane? Because that would seem to be the case from where I sit. You dutifully bow your heads at the table and pray to a ‘god’ that produced hate, bigotry, racism, prejudice and a false sense of fake assed superiority designed to keep you in your place when that filth that has you believing that you are inferior is rotten to the core?

And yet, you still believe that evil personified is going to save you if only you will stand in line and vote for that which has been trying Its damned best to wipe you out of existence? Go ahead and continue playing the stooge for something that is less than an animal and is planning your genocide at all times!

Of Humans, There Ain’t A Goddamn Trace!

dolphins

You say that you are human and I must disagree.
Not a grain of love or mercy is inherent in you or me.

There are mammals in the oceans that display more humanity
than the shits that walk upright and who engage in venality.

Better sit your dumb ass down and think twice on what you are.
You’re a heartless, bloodless vessel, you’re an empty reservoir.

You can kill and never blink and you will take whatever you want.
No conscience do you have, you’ve no soul for your deeds to haunt.

When you close your cold dead eyes, why should we weep for you?
How can you claim that you are human with all the evil that you do?


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

On another blog, I made a comment about how we have the nerve to consider ourselves to be, ‘human’ and I begged to differ and someone copped a goddamn attitude over that. Well, in here the only acceptable attitude is mine and I restate, we ain’t fucking human! Now, I am as welcome to my opinion as the next person and of course, based on MY observations, we so fucking ain’t human, it’s ridiculous! Have you taken a look around at what so-called ‘humans’ are doing to each other? Have you asked yourself, “What am I doing about it, human that I am?”

What other mammals bomb each other? What other mammals brutally rape, sodomize and then kill each other? What other mammals commit genocide? What other mammals start wars and more wars? Tell lies? Fuck over each other? Are hell bent on destroying this entire goddamn planet?

And no, I’m not leaving myself out as I am just an empty, walking, talking automaton who is doing not a goddamn thing about all the fucked up shit that’s being done. I simply stand on the sidelines and observe and comment and then I am off to get my own gratification. Being human is not just about blood, muscles, tissue and cells. It is WAY more than that and we are empty of what it takes to make us truly HUMAN because if we were really filled with humane qualities, would our world be in the shape that it is in?

You want to think that you are a ‘good person’ because you can notice something and shed a tear over it and then five seconds later, it’s ALL about YOU and don’t you fucking know it. But you want to walk around like you’ve done something because you recognized that someone is getting fucked up elsewhere and that absolved you from lifting a goddamn finger to do more, not because there was nothing more that you could do, but because there was nothing more that you really cared to do because YOUR gratification comes first, empty ass vessel that you are.

So, come on up in here and crap a goddamn attitude over this ’cause I’m just spoiling for a fight since I already know I ain’t really ‘human’, I’m just an empty ass vessel totally on some ME shit and don’t I know it!

Suffering Around The World:The Plight Of The Indigenous Peoples

It pains me to have been reminded that not just people indigenous to America are ill-treated, but that other people around the world who are indigenous to their region are also being subjected to ill-treatment, contempt, outright ignoring of their plight, abject poverty, low unemployment and a host of other ills.

I read an article about the Aborigines of Australia and how the suicide rate among them is skyrocketing. This is mirroring the exact same thing that is going on here in America on Indian Reservations. In both instances, these people have the same issues in common; an unconcerned government, abject poverty, high substance abuse, suicide, hopelessness, despair, anger, frustration and they are the First Peoples of their land.

When the Europeans settled here, they supposedly paid the Indians for their land, however, many land treaties were ignored or broken and the land was simply stolen. The Indians were killed and several tribes were wiped off the face of ‘America’. The First Peoples were herded onto reservations, had their culture stripped from them, along with their land and were told to assimiliate or else. History has shown us that to the ‘victor go the spoils’ and that history is also written from the viewpoint of the conqueror, never the conquered. History is also ‘airbrushed’ as many do not want their misdeeds to be seen in the true light for what they were, enslavement, killing, stealing, raping, pillaging and much of this was done in the name of religion as was the case with the African slaves dragged from Africa to America and yes I know, Africans are not Indigenous to America, however, their treatment is also disgustingly abhorrent as was what happened to the Indians.

The Aborigines suffered the same fate as the Indians Indigenous to America. People showed up from different lands, many were convicts. A penal colony was formed at Botany Bay set up by Great Britain. The following includes more on that:

The first 736 convicts banished from England to Australia land in Botany Bay. Over the next 60 years, approximately 50,000 criminals were transported from Great Britain to the “land down under,” in one of the strangest episodes in criminal-justice history.

The accepted wisdom of the upper and ruling classes in 18th century England was that criminals were inherently defective. Thus, they could not be rehabilitated and simply required separation from the genetically pure and law-abiding citizens. Accordingly, lawbreakers had to be either killed or exiled, since prisons were too expensive. With the American victory in the Revolutionary War, transgressors could no longer be shipped off across the Atlantic, and the English looked for a colony in the other direction.

Although not confined behind bars, most convicts in Australia had an extremely tough life. The guards who volunteered for duty in Australia seemed to be driven by exceptional sadism. Even small violations of the rules could result in a punishment of 100 lashes by the cat o’nine tails. It was said that blood was usually drawn after five lashes and convicts ended up walking home in boots filled with their own blood–that is, if they were able to walk at all.

Convicts who attempted to escape were sent to tiny Norfolk Island, 600 miles east of Australia, where the conditions were even more inhumane. The only hope of escape from the horror of Norfolk Island was a “game” in which groups of three prisoners drew straws. The short straw was killed as painlessly as possible and a judge was then shipped in to put the other two on trial, one playing the role of killer, the other as witness.
source:
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/first-australian-penal-colony-established

As bad as the transported convicts had it, the Aborigines suffered even more.

Clashes with colonists

When Europeans first began to colonise Australia, towards the end of the 18th century AD, they found cultures and environments which, in hindsight, were of incalculable value.

Much of this ancient legacy has been destroyed forever in the subsequent two centuries.

Contact between new settlers, under imperial British rule, and Australia’s indigenous people, led to the decimation of many Aboriginal groups due to disease, dispossession and in tens of thousands of cases, outright murder.

As populations declined and were fragmented, many unique linguistic and cultural traditions as well as valuable knowledge about the land and its fauna and flora were lost forever.

Land Theft

Seizure of Australia by British Imperial forces was claimed to take place under British law.

Even at that time, the British legal system had developed some traditions of fair dealings with native populations inside colonies.

These constraints were not applied on the ground in Australia. Invasion and blatant land theft by settlers were justified under the astonishing legal fiction of “Terra Nullius” – the notion that Australia was effectively unoccupied before British colonisation.

The lack of indigenous systems of land ownership (in the European tradition of private land ownership) was used to give credence the idea of Terra Nullius. The basic idea was that it was impossible to rob Aboriginal people of land, as they’d previously never owned land.
source:www.didjshop.com/shop/AbCulturecart-About Australian Aboriginal Culture-the world’s longest continuous culture?

It would seem to be the case that Indigenous Peoples all around the world have been grossly abused, misused, killed and had their land stolen from underneath them and yet, centuries later, their plight is still the same.

And the Indians Indigenous to America?

The following is from “Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee” written by Dee Brown:

“On the morning of November 29, 1864, 600 Cheyenne and Arapahos camped on a bend of Sand Creek were awakened by the sound of charging hooves. Two thirds of these 600 were women and children as the government granted able bodied men to go east and hunt buffalo to feed their hungry families. Only 35 braves were in the camp. This made the ensuing charge all the more frightening for the women, children, elders, and remaining braves.

So great was the fear of the coming charge that men, women, and children ran from their lodges into the biting cold taking no time to fully dress. The partially dressed Indians began to gather under a huge American flag above Black Kettles lodge (Black Kettle was given the huge American flag and peace medals by Abraham Lincoln and Colonel A. B. Greenwood in Washington only a year earlier and was told that as long as the American flag was above them, no one would be harmed). The braves present surrounded the women and children gathered under the flag. At 8:00 am more than 700 cavalry men under the command of Colonel John M. Chivington and Major Scott J. Anthony, rode in and fired on the huddled Indians from two directions. After the initial charge the US soldiers dismounted and continued the indiscriminate killing of men, women, and children. During the killing unspeakable atrocities and mutilations were committed by the soldiers. Accounts from two white men, John S. Smith and Lieutenant James Connor, described the acts of dehumanization.”

According to John S. Smith, Colonel Chivington knew these Indians to be peaceful before the massacre. Smith witnessed, as did helpless Indian mothers and fathers, young children having their sex organs cut away. U.S. soldiers mutilated Native American women, cutting away their breasts and removing all other sex organs. After the Massacre, soldiers displayed the women’s severed body parts on their hats and stretched them over their saddle-bows while riding in the ranks. The sex organs of every male were removed in the most grotesque manner. One soldier boasted that he would make a tobacco pouch with the removed privates of White Antelope, a respected elder. Conner witnessed a soldier displaying the body parts of a woman on a stick. The fingers of Indians were cut off to get at the rings on them. Connor remembered a baby only a few months old who had been hidden in the feed box of a wagon for protection. When the soldiers discovered the baby some time later, the baby was thrown onto the frozen ground to die. In going over the site the next day, it was noted that every corpse was mutilated in some way, and scalped.
source:Native American Atrocities – http://www.lastoftheindependents.com/chivington.html

..and we have the gall to call ourselves, ‘human’.