“Dear Former Black Students, I Fucked Up As Your Teacher!”

 

Black people, apparently, are under the assumption, that if we talk white, have a white sounding name or if we don’t have a white sounding name, then use initials, that once we get hired, we’ll be fine. Well, that’s not the case and this here former Black teacher named, “Lauren,” wants her former Black students to know that she fucked up as your teacher because she was trying to teach you to conform to the racist system the whites have established as a way to walk among white supremacists without them taking any notice of you since you fit in so well.

I Was A Black Teacher In A Majority White School. Here’s How I Failed My Black Students.

From the ages of 22 to 24, I was a teacher. I taught professional communication at a high school in an affluent, mainly white suburb of Houston. The school had over 3,500 students, and about 6% of them were Black, and of the over 200 teachers, only about five of us were Black (excluding coaches and security guards).

Many Black folks, myself included, were taught to adopt professional whiteness if we wanted to succeed in the professional world. This meant we had to speak, look, dress and act in a way that aligned ourselves more toward whiteness. The fact that this is understood yet seldom discussed is internalized white supremacy. And not only did I abide by it, but I taught it to my Black communication students. I thought I was giving them the tools to success when, in reality, all I was offering were steps on how to conform to a racist system.

It is sad that I have to say this, but it seems that there were too many Black students taught by teachers like this one because never in all my born days, have I heard so many ‘white’ sounding Black folks. Their mannerisms and airs would be comedic, if it wasn’t so tragic.

Some of us just don’t get it. It does not make a rat’s ass worth of difference if you change your name to Chad, walk around in loafers, khakis, your button down shirt is tucked inside your khaki pants, and you’re somewhere talking about, “How awesome! I would also like a double espresso latte, to go please.” Fuck that! You’re NOT white! You can try and adopt as many mannerisms of the whites as you can and your Black ass will still get the same treatment that Tyrone and Tameka get. And quite frankly, I have more respect for Tyrone and Tameka because they at least understand and keep it real because they know that their lives are not going to improve if they simply try and conform to what they think the whites want from them. The whites want us broke and dead; that includes ALL of us, even you pretentious bougie Black motherfuckers like this piece of shit “Lauren,” who after having fucked up her former Black students, now want to issue a lame ass apology that is too little, too late. She just now got an awakening and wants to set the record straight.

I was teaching you how to get by, but we should have been brainstorming ways to get free. Black folks will think we’ve found a way around the system while continuing to play by the system’s rules. It’s what we’ve done for generations, and that’s exactly what the system needs us to do for it to continue undisrupted. That’s what I was doing to you, and I’m sorry.

Heifer don’t get the shit twisted, YOU’VE been trying to find “a way around the system while continuing to play by the system’s rules.” YOU’VE “done that shit,” but there are millions of us who refused to stoop that goddamn low. We knew the score. We knew better. When your ass was standing somewhere telling young impressionable Black students to “act as white as possible,” there were those of us who were staying true to who we are and were refusing to try and assimilate. What the hell for? We knew that shit would be a wasted effort and there ain’t shit about whites that I would try and emulate because then I would have to be something that’s found underneath hell. And that’s not something I’d ‘aspire’ to. The whites think that shit is cute because they crawled from underneath hell anyway and they need to be sent back and carry with them, shits like this here “Lauren,” who fucked her Black student’s minds up and now, years later, wants to “offer up an apology,” by way of the Huffington Post. Bitch, shut the fuck up because you are still at it. You must be in a place in your life that you are so comfortable that this lame ass shit won’t bother your current position. Let me guess, you’re married to some rich white dude and as long as you play his Black slave bed wench to the fucking ‘T’, your ass is in the lap of luxury. I bet I’m not far off.

This bitch done fucked up some impressionable minds and now that their brains are damn near useless because they thought that by pretending to be something they’re not, the system of white supremacy should be accepting them, but isn’t. And they’re sitting somewhere wondering if they need to put on a different color shirt to go with their khakis or if their loafers aren’t ‘white’ enough for whites or if their speech is not ‘posh’ enough for whites. They’re wondering just what the fuck is it? Why haven’t they been accepted into the whites’ fold? They are just not understanding that that shit is just not possible. They were born the wrong color, according to the whites. And this bitch just reinforced their need to keep at it when she was spouting bullshit about what they needed to do to conform and be accepted by the whites.

My time in any school that I have ever attended did NOT prepare me for a goddamn thing! Not one school. What I learned, I learned on my own, by trial and error and I’m still at it today. I don’t care how many degrees Black people manage to earn, we are still only going to make it but so far and even those who become millionaires or even billionaires find themselves sitting behind bars(Bill Cosby, anyone?) whenever the whites decide that they’ve gotten too big for their britches. And meanwhile, they’ve got to do whatever the white man says in order to remain on the level that they been allowed to get to by the whites.

Take LeBron James, for instance, his damn sell-out ass is somewhere talking about how Colin Kapernick deserves an apology from the NFL since no one else had the balls to lose their damn job for taking a stand for what they believed in. A halfbreed had to come along and show those scared shitless coons that play pro sports how it’s done. And now, because it has been deemed a la mode to screech that “Black Lives Matter,” now those Black, scared, punk ass bitches are finding their voice, but was quiet as cat piss when Kapernick was getting black balled by the NFL. Shut the fuck up LeBron James. Don’t nobody need to hear from another scared ass sell-out! That’s what’s wrong with shit now, there are too many goddamn sell-outs and not enough Malcolm Xs to make a damn bit of difference and the whites know that shit! Those Blacks that got them some green ain’t thinking about those of us who are slinging burgers and dealing with COVID-19 while having no medical insurance. They don’t give a shit how many of us end up dying on the streets at the hands of racist kops just so long as the white man don’t turn in their direction and fuck their shit up!

And for the bitch that is now apologizing to her former students, karma is coming for your ass. Count on it because your lame ass, too goddamn late apology, ain’t fucking cut it!

“This Ain’t Wakanda!”

This is right on time! I had to share!

https://shahallah.wordpress.com/2018/02/21/black-people-fell-for-the-okie-doke-again-smh-pt-33/

So, to ALL the Black folks who spent your money on African garb and headdresses, paid a mint for popcorn and sodas and nacho cheese chips and Hershey bars and Nestle bars, and who left the movie theater after viewing “Black Panther” screaming, “Wakanda Forever!,”when you got back to the ‘hood’, that’s not yet gentrified, and you stepped on used syringe needles of Black heroin addicts and gazed upon the used condoms of johns that frequent drug-addicted prostitutes and when you got shot in the ass after having been caught in the crossfires of gang shootouts over drug turf, did “Black Panther” come down off that movie screen upon hearing you scream, “Wakanda Forever?”

There is no goddamn Wakanda! There never has been a Wakanda and there never will be a Wakanda. The only thing that’s going down over in Africa is the same shit that’s going down in America; the entire continent of Africa is owned by white men, the same as our asses in AmeriKKKa are owned by white men. And for Black folks to sit somewhere on your stupid asses getting all hyped up about some fiction shit when horrifying REAL shit is going down every day in Black ghettos and in prisons where almost 3 million Black men and women are slaving away for corporations, is just beyond ridiculous! I can only shake my head over the continuation of your cluelessness, ignorance and willingness to be made a fool of, daily!

There is no fake ass Disney Black Panther coming to save you from mass incarceration, police brutality, police murder of Blacks, gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass poverty, mass homelessness, income inequality, home foreclosures, sky-rocketing rents, poisoned water, water-shutoffs and the goddamn list is endless. But there you sit, proudly shouting and screaming with your fake ass African costumes on about some made up African kingdom while your son sits beside you, looking up at your awestruck gaze and at the foolishness on the screen and wondering why he does not live in “Wakanda!” You’re not even a “Black Panther” to your own children because when they head home, they get the video games out and to hell with homework for if not, then why is the school drop out rate for Black children so high? Is screaming for “Wakanda” going to help out with this?

With a goddamn flaming, racist, bigoted president that’s called all African countries AND Haiti, “Shitholes!” where the hell do you think you stand in this particular shithole? But “Wakanda!” to the rescue, right? Disney’s “Black Panther!” to the rescue, right? Some of you Black folks are dumber than a goddamn horse and that’s putting it mildly. Skinhead groups are gaining members daily. This president backs them up while you are sitting in a theater gazing avidly at a fictional kingdom in Africa when even if you was to drag your ass back to Africa, those Africans wouldn’t spit on you to put a fire out on your ass. In all these centuries past, when has an African country made a statement condemning the fact that Africans allowed other Africans to be stolen from that region? When has there ever been a call from any ‘kingdom’ in Africa for all of descendants of African slaves to come back to the glories of the motherland to be welcomed into the fold? Not ever! There are no African kingdoms. There are only corrupt African leaders in every region in Africa who are still selling out their own people just like in days of old. That is why our Black asses are sitting here looking at a goddamn stupid ass movie that in no way even pretends to depict just what the hell really is going on in Africa.

Black people always have to be entertained. You will spend your money on anything that will entertain you or to make you up to look as much like your oppressors as you can. Fake ass European hair weaves, fake ass braids, fake ass wigs, fake ass nails, fake ass makeup. That is all Black people are about, fake ass shit and fantasy while the rest of the world is fully cognizant of their plight while we want to be entertained. We want to believe that we are doing something by donning a dashiki with an African headdress and running inside a theater to look at more fake ass shit! We will even take up some holiday, talking about we’re celebrating Kwanzaa. What the fuck does Kwanzaa have to do with you? You’re fucking not African! Ever with the pretense that your history began in Africa. Your history begins with your own family here in AmeriKKKa. You can’t even manage to love the members of your own immediate family but yet, you want to get DNA tests done to see which fucking tribe you belong to in a land that lays no claim to your ass. How stupid is that? And what are you going to do if you find out that someone in your ancestral tree came from the Congo? Go over there and get raped, brutalized and terrorized like those women and  children who live in the Congo?

“In eastern Congo, rape and sexual violence are routinely employed as weapons to subjugate villages and terrorize entire communities. From old women to young children, the soldiers do not discriminate; the stories of their brutality and torture are so horrific that they rarely reach western ears. Inside the country, however, the locals have accepted mass rape as the status quo; even women who have been attacked will tell you: “This is just Congolese life.”

Yeah! That’s “Wakanda,” ain’t it? Did you read that? Even OLD WOMEN are not safe from being raped, brutalized and tortured. But your African head wrap and dashiki enables you to share their pain, doesn’t it? But they’re not supposed to be treated like that since they are living in “Wakanda!” being protected by their king, the “Black Panther” according to your dumb, stupid ass and Walt Disney Pictures!

“Decades of civil war before South Sudan became a nation and continuing to the present have left it one of the poorest countries in the world. Wracked by conflict, the young nation hasn’t been able to provide its people the basics of adequate healthcare, education, and income opportunities. Children are paying the price with their lives.

More than 5.7 million South Sudanese don’t have enough food to sustain themselves, and food insecurity continues to rise, likely reaching 6 million mid-2018. Nearly 4 million people are displaced because of conflict and hunger, including 2 million who have fled to neighboring countries since December 2013. Uganda hosts more than 1 million refugees from South Sudan; 60 percent of the displaced are children.”

This child in South Sudan wants to know “Where is Black Panther?” And where is “Wakanda?”

And I suppose, that’s also, “Wakanda?” It is quite apparent that I could continue in this vein, but the point should be well made. There is nothing for any Black person to feel ‘good’ about after having watched “Black Panther.” Let me ask you something. Did you Black men dress up like Tyler Perry did in all of his “Madea” movies when you went to watch them? Did you dress in drag to go see, say, “Madea Goes To Jail?” But for some strange ass reason, the whites release a movie about a non-existent kingdom in Africa where some supposed super hero is king and there you go, completely outfitted as though you, yourselves are royalty from a rich kingdom in Africa when you’re nothing more than weak, punk ass bitches who can’t even tell when you’re being used. How much of your money that you just gave over to see Black Panther will make it into the hands of Black people within their few remaining communities? NONE! Because Black people, even while living in their few remaining communities are still handing their money over to the Koreans, the Pakistanis, the Chinese, the whites; every one else but to another Black person.

I just recently moved from Baltimore, MD and I can tell you from first hand experience that there is no sign of “Wakanda Forever!” going on all up in Baltimore, MD. There is, however, plenty of heroin and crack addicts. There are plenty of Black people nodding on methadone. There are plenty who are mentally ill and homeless. There are plenty who have been shot by the cops and who actually survived, but who are wheel-chair bound and still full of bullets they’ll eventually die from. There are so many gangs, they’ve lost count. Baltimore recorded 343 homicides last year. Was this due to “Black Panther” coming in and ridding Baltimore of all the bad cops and bad, bad whitey? Hell no! These shootings were all about Black men shooting each other to death over drug turf or other Black people shooting each other just for the hell of it. One Black woman, who did not live in a kingdom, but lived in a housing project, was shot dead by a teenager simply because she called the police to stop this particular teenager from stealing her child’s bike, AGAIN! The Black teen shot this mother in her face, in front of her children, and calmly walked away. “Wakanda Forever!” Buy your dashikis here! If it were not so ridiculously sad, it would be funny to picture the lot of you sitting up in a theater looking as stupid as you could possibly look in your dashikis and African head wraps. I can only imagine since I will never be foolish enough to sit alongside you as you display your ignorance for all to see. Black folks, I don’t know why, but you continue to amaze me over how you are not even embarrassed at how stupid you really are, especially the so-called, adults!

This is Baltimore’s “Wakanda!” What a rich looking kingdom to be proud of, that is!

..and this is also Baltimore’s “Wakanda!”

Black people, just keep on heading in the direction that you are heading in and you will find something alright, but believe me, the last thing you will find is “Black Panther” coming to save you and take you to “Wakanda Forever!” Every single day, you have less and less to lose and yet, you never gain any knowledge from your losses. More’s the goddamn pity!

I’m Just Too Stubborn To Conform!

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Place the noose around my neck.
Leave me for the birds to peck.
Drown me in a sea of blood.
I’ll be washed away in that crimson flood.

Do not think to quench my thirst.
I broke the rules, I’m now accursed.
Throw me in the lion’s den.
I’ll never make it out again.

Douse me good with gasoline.
Sit back and watch the fiery scene.
Beat me until my bones do break.
Then toss me in with a rattlesnake.

Bury me while I’m still alive.
Place a bet that I won’t survive.
Shove me off the train platform.
I’m just too stubborn to conform.

I would much rather stand alone,
than kneel before the emperor’s throne,
nor suffer fools that stand in line,
and feed at the trough of elitist swine.

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

I wrote this poem for all who dare to question, who will not just accept, but will ask the tough questions, seek their own answers, dare to take a stand, even if you stand alone! I will not follow the crowd, nor will I conform to the dictates of a fucked up society that can no longer discern the innocent from the guilty and quite actually believe that the innocent are the guilty and the guilty are innocent. You choose ignorance and obedience. I choose truth and justice and that is why I have no problem standing alone!

Your Subliminal Message, I Repel!

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A blank page is like a challenge,
it screams at me to speak,
And to look inside myself,
to find what makes me so unique.

I am a wonder and an enigma,
and not just muscle, tissue and bone.
There are depths that beg exploring,
to take a journey into the unknown.

The time for introspection,
is when I just can’t figure out,
what makes me who I am,
and what I think I know, I doubt.

Is there some fundamental flaw,
or a lack of fortitude,
that keeps me vacillating,
about what I do and what I should?

To all the questions in my mind,
am I looking for success,
as defined by a society,
with a perfectionist complex?

Your lies should not define me,
nor should you control my thoughts.
You keep me guessing and obsessing,
over my weight, my looks and my warts.

The outside has no substance.
It’s just an ever changing shell.
And when next I see my image,
your subliminal message, I repel.

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

This one is about the need to stop identifying with a society obsessed with perfection as defined by said society via Hollywood movies, magazines and models. Real beauty is what is in your heart. The beauty of your heart should be more desirable than some image that has been displayed and upheld as, perfection. This is why we have lost sight of what is truly important. If we look inside ourselves and find that there are things that we can change about why we hate certain people or why we are cold and callous, then that is a good start. Beauty begins from within and if your heart is beautiful because you are caring, compassionate, empathetic, sympathetic, loving, kind and concerned about others, step in front of a mirror and that inner beauty is what you shall behold.