Jay Z, To The Klan Decked Out in Blue, “Don’t Shoot Us!”

Jay Z

 

I must admit that I have never listened to even one of Jay-Z’s songs and so I am in no position to review this latest song of his whereas he is ‘telling’ the police not to shoot us, but I am pretty sure that Jay Z has rapped about bitches, hos, bling, gangbanging and the like; being a rapper, of course. I am pretty sure that the majority of songs recorded by Jay Z, were labeled, “explicit.” And so, I wonder is he walking around calling HIS daughter, a “ho?” I wonder is he walking around calling his daughter, a “bitch?” I wonder is he telling his daughter that when she grows up, get with a guy who is gangbanging in an attempt to bring home some dough, just expect to get with lots of ’em because the life of a gangbanger is short, just as the life of every Black man in AmeriKKKa is shortened by inner city violence and crime and by out-of-control killer Klansmen decked out in blue, otherwise known as the slave patrol.

Now, it has been stated that this latest song is ‘spiritual’. What that means, I don’t know and so let me just post a few lyrics and see if I can find anything ‘spiritual’ about this song that’s ‘telling the Klan decked out in blue, to stop killing us.

Yeah, I am not poison, no I am not poison
Just a boy from the hood that
Got my hands in the air
In despair don’t shoot
I just wanna do good, ah

This is what Jay Z calls, “Spiritual?” I am not poison, just a boy from the hood, got my hands in the air, in despair, and I just wanna do good?” Hmmmm……I am not quite getting the ‘spiritual’ connection here. Now, if he had of said,

“I drink from a poison cup each day,
 even at night
when I’m on my knees to pray,
God knows,
I’ve sacrificed my life for my wife and my daughter
and the shit is still hitting the fan in a big ass way.
My hands, are clenched at my side in Bible study
as the bullets pierce my tender flesh.
Lord, what is this mess?
Your creation is killing your creation
and I ain’t feeling the elation.
Where is MY rapture Lord?
Where is MY rapture?
I need some before I die
and I know you know why!”

rap lyrics by Shelby I. Courtland

©2016 Shelby I. Courtland, who by the way, does not rap. So, gi’ me a break!

I’m no rapper and I’ve never claimed to be but to me, writing a song to tell the KKKops that our hands are in the air and so please don’t shoot us is not spiritual, it is demeaning because our hands have been up in the air for hundreds of years and still the only thing that is sought, is our annihilation. Even a blind man that’s been planted can still see this. And, “I just wanna do good?” What is that all about?  Black people don’t have to ‘do bad’ to get shot and killed by racist KKKops. Ask Freddie Gray, just what was he doing wrong that got his spine severed and himself inside a casket. So, according to Jay Z, if we tell everyone that we ‘wanna do good’, why, that is going to make all the difference in the world. Tamir Rice, I am sure, is thrilled to hear it!

AND…and…if this song by Jay Z is so spiritual, than why are these lyrics in it?

Nigga ain’t dozed, I ain’t washed in a week
I ain’t changed clothes ’til the Black Album
Til I tapped out ’em, them niggas is WWE

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to NOT listen to this ‘spiritual’ song whereas Jay Z is still referring to Black people in the most derogatory term ever made up by the ‘whites’. And let me just interject here for a minute with some thoughts of my own. What I am trying to understand and have been trying to understand for quite some time now, is why oh why, are Black people the only race of people that will take up THE most derogatory name in history and apply it to ourselves? What the hell is wrong with us? You see, we have no respect for ourselves as a people and since we don’t, no one else will have any respect for us either and now, I am going to be brutally honest. I am getting to the point whereas I don’t have much respect for Black people, as a whole. I don’t. I never even want to board a bus, ever again because all I hear is “Nigga this and Nigga that!” How many Chinese people do you hear calling other Chinese people, “Chinks?” White Europeans, and this means AmeriKKKans, because they came to AmeriKKKa from Europe, refer to Chinese people using that derogatory term and do you think that the Chinese grabbed it and accepted it? Hell no!

Do you think Mexicans are calling each other “Wetbacks?” Hell no, they’re not! Every group that did not originate in Europe and who were given a derogatory name by Europeans has not accepted or claimed a derogatory name given to them by Europeans except for Black people. Now, that speaks volumes. Again, we are the only group who will look to our oppressors for our identification because that is exactly what Black people have done because more Black people use a version of that word “Nigger” than those of us who don’t. And don’t give me no bullshit about how that is not true because I’ll call you a straight up liar! Every person in my family has used that word to describe another Black person except for me and about 3 others. Even the so-called ‘bougie’ Black folks refer to other Black people as “Niggers or  Niggaz.” You can’t dress that word up. You cannot call that word, “a term of endearment.” You cannot write a ‘spiritual’ song and include a version of that word in it because it reduces your message to one of vulgar noise with no substance. It renders your argument, null and void and if your argument is against the Klan decked out in blue killing innocent Black people, then you are part of the problem and most definitely not the solution.

The Jay Zs of this world made their money off the Black community, hit it big and then turn their backs on it. They no longer even identify with the Black struggle because they and their ‘product’ have been confiscated by their white masters and they do their bidding. Oh yes, we all know that Jay Z and Beyoncé Knowles hit the big time and some of their ‘product’ they purportedly own, but they are still owned, lock, stock and barrel by the ‘white’ man. But still, they’ve got more money than they know what to do with and yes, I had read that Beyoncé allegedly poured a bottle of champagne costing $20,000 into a hot tub in a Nicki Minaj video,  and if this is true, how many hungry children could have been fed with that $20,000? One article of clothing that they wear could keep the lights on for an entire neighborhood and while I do understand that Jay Z and Beyoncé bailed Ferguson and Baltimore protesters out of jail, would they have even been in jail if not for the systemic racism that is endemic to America? Would Freddie Gray have been murdered if we did not live in a society that values Black lives less than it does a cow? For what does it cost Jay Z to put together some lyrics that a child could write, studio up a beat and then sell it to the brainwashed ‘Niggaz’ that he goes on and on about who have raised their arms in the air and who, despite this, are still finding themselves full of bullets shot by racist KKKops? And though Jay Z and Beyoncé and other singers and professional sports players drop a dime every now and then in Haiti and in America as well, they are not the solution to what ails Black communities all across America and the solution to our woes of racism, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass unemployment and underemployment, mass incarceration, abject poverty and homelessness, rampant drug addiction and gentrification will not be solved until we actually believe that we are something other than “Niggaz!”

Why we value ourselves so little is because many of us look to others to define our worth and by doing so, we will always come up short. Our ancestors were assessed for their worth; their value, before having been sold at auction. They were considered to be property and to this day, nothing has changed. We are still considered, ‘property’ to be used and discarded at will. If you are not making money for the ‘white’ man, you are of no value to him and so he has instructed the slave patrols to relieve you of as much of your hard-earned money as he can and then, kill you. That is exactly what happened to Philando Castile as that man was racially profiled over 50 times for seatbelt violations, revoked driver’s license and for having no proof of insurance and Philando Castile paid $6,588 in fines to Massa before Massa killed him by way of the slave patrols; the Klan decked out in blue.

So, as far as I am concerned, Jay Z, you can take your ‘Spiritual’ and shove it up your ass because continuing to ‘spiritually’ or otherwise tell the Klan decked out in blue to, “Don’t Shoot!” is akin to me telling another Black person to stop calling me a ‘Nigger!” It ain’t happening! The time is 3:11PM central daylight savings time, tell me, how many of my Black readers have been called, “Nigger!” today and the person who called you that was not ‘white’? We will never be respected by the ‘whites’, I understand that but the truth of the matter is that we don’t even respect ourselves. And yet, we want to yell and scream that “Black lives matter!” when we don’t even believe that because if we did, we would not continuously disrespect  each other by picking up a derogatory name that was given to us by our enemy and then turn it on ourselves. That’ is like me taking a gun from a ‘white’ man and turning it on myself. There are more than enough of them killing us, they don’t need any help from us and yet, we give them plenty. We shoot each other and then we get bent out-of-shape when a racist fills us full of bullets. Why is that? You don’t mind running through the streets, shooting, indiscriminately; killing toddlers, children and innocent women. Why then, should others who see you do this, think highly of you? You give them an excuse to say, “Well, they are killing each other! Look at what’s going down in inner cities!” Yeah! We all know what is going down in inner cities. Some of what is going down is most definitely not on us, but some of what is going down, is most definitely on us.

Excuse me! But we have lost. And we lost long time ago. We lost when we lost our sense of community, when we lost our sense of direction, when we lost our minds, when we lost our dignity, when we lost our humanity, when we lost who we came from when we lost ourselves. Jay Z cannot find you. Beyoncé cannot find you. But because we choose to continue down a destructive path and because we continue to live down to each and every stereotype of us and because we do nothing with our money beyond buying Jay Z’s latest ‘Spiritual’ and Michael Jordan’s latest sneaker and Timberland boots, our neighborhoods will continue to be taken away from us and we will continue to be herded into prison or to the morgue and despite cries of “Don’t shoot!,” KKKops will continue to shoot! Count on it! Because we cannot even count on each other! And that is why no one has come to our defense. No country that has issued travel advisories that warned its citizens to use extreme caution when coming to America has stated that America’s Black citizens need their help. Other countries see what we have become and they want no part of us. And I for one, can’t say as I blame them. I am tired of standing up for people who refuse to stand up for themselves. I am tired of attending protests to tell others to stop killing us when we refuse to do so. I cannot take to task someone else who is doing the same things that we are doing to each other without speaking out on that fact. Are we to blame for everything that is going down on us? Hell no! But at the same time, we are not entirely blameless since we are aiding and abetting our enemy in reducing our numbers. And so before you head to another protest rally, print two signs. One sign should read, “KKKops, Don’t Shoot!” The other sign should read, “Why Are We Shooting Each Other?”

Nigga ain’t dozed, I ain’t washed in a week
I ain’t changed clothes ’til the Black Album
Til I tapped out ’em, them niggas is WWE

“And Jay Z!, get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!”

Black Lives Don’t Even Matter To Blacks!

 

blacklivesmatter and bernie sanders

 

 

Bernie Sanders leaves Seattle stage after event disrupted by Black Lives Matter protestersSanders was the final speaker on a long program held at a city park. Shortly after he took stage, a small group of protesters from a Seattle chapter of Black Lives Matter took the microphone and demanded that the crowd hold Sanders “accountable” for not doing enough, in their view, to address police brutality and other issues on the group’s agenda.

After sharing a few local grievances with the crowd, including school disparities and gentrification in Seattle, the protesters asked for a period of silence to commemorate the one-year anniversary of Michael Brown being shot and killed during a confrontation with a police officer in Ferguson, Mo.

I will believe in the legitimacy of the #BLACKLIVESMATTER ‘movement’ when I see concrete evidence that according to the group, Black lives really do matter, but to-date, I have seen no evidence of that.

Disrupting Bernie Sanders as he speaks at an event in Seattle is not going to prove that this group really believes that Black lives do indeed, matter. Au contraire! When the group, instead of disrupting political events,  begins to focus on SOLUTIONS to the problems that plague Black lives in America, then and only then will I take the group seriously and again, as of yet, I see nothing to make me take this group seriously. Au contraire!

When #BLACKLIVESMATTER begins to hold Blacks accountable for the $1.1 trillion dollars that flows through our hands each and every year straight to the whites, Koreans, Chinese, Indians, Pakistanis, etc., and to hold Blacks accountable for instead of pooling our money together to build and open our own grocery stores, banks, medical institutions and start other businesses that are Black-owned, Black supported and that lift up Black communities, we take that money and AGAIN, give it to the whites, the Koreans, the Chinese and every other group and then we wonder why we need Section 8 vouchers, I will start taking the #BLACKLIVESMATTER group, seriously. We wonder why we need food stamps. We wonder why we need Medicaid. We wonder why we need someone to wipe our nose for us. If we didn’t take our money and run right out and buy that new pair of Timberland boots, run out and buy the latest Nikes to come down the pike, run right out and buy designer label after designer label, run right to the Chinese Carryout, run to the Korean liquor store, run to the Korean nail and hair salon, and instead invest our dollars in building up our own communities as in starting food co-ops, housing co-ops, credit unions and the like, we would have something. We would not need to show our ass to get attention from those that we insist should do our fighting for us. We have got to fight for ourselves. It should be crystal clear by now that no one is going to fight our battles for us. No one is going to make us matter until we start acting like we matter. And we are not doing that. We are doing the opposite. All Black people are not ignorant. We have the potential to become doctors, lawyers, judges, bankers, franchise owners. It is not that other groups are smarter than us. It is just that we look to movements and marches and groups and organizations like the NAACP to do for us when that is SO not happening.

A ‘movement’ is not a hash tag, nor is it spouting off at the mouth and displaying your ignorance. The group’s collective ignorance is not hard to see. This group is nothing more than a joke and not a very funny one at that; it is a travesty and the tragedy is that many Black people are falling in line with this joke because #BLACKLIVESMATTER is just a diversionary tactic, set in place to divert Black people from what really matters. If Black people woke up to what they could collectively do on their own, they would be a force to be reckoned with but if ‘the powers that be’ continue to write the script and pound it into us daily that if instead of realizing and recognizing what we should be doing, we instead allow ourselves to be sidetracked by some made up hash tag with a hidden agenda that has nothing to do with Black people making gains in America, we will continue to never realize our potential. And this is all done by design. Find out who is sponsoring the group; financing the group. Find out why the group is only making noise, but is lacking in any substance. Why is the group focused not on building up Black people, but instead seems hell bent on solely getting a message to, I really don’t know who, that #BLACKLIVESMATTER. Black lives are never going to matter to the whites, that should be well understood by now. It is time that Black people took a stand and stood up and came together to help Black people. No one can solve all of our problems for us. We have to take some responsibility for what becomes of us. We know the white man is hell bent on trying to eradicate us and since that is a fact, why would a group, #BLACKLIVESMATTER continue to tell Black people to march to the same whites that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and all the other Black people marched to in the 1960s? What has been accomplished if Black people are still to this very day, marching to the same group that they’ve been marching to for over 50 years? What is wrong with you? Why is it that the Koreans can come to America and work together and open up their own businesses? The Pakistanis do it. The Chinese do it. Every other group can get their act together, but we cannot. I do realize that we got our start in America as slaves, but our ancestors had it worse than we do and we know this and yet, we make a mockery of their memory because if they could see how far we have not come as a race of people, they would be outraged and ashamed because as many of us that the white man kills, we are also on the streets doing his job for him. Is this really necessary? By now, we should not still be marching to the white man, begging for some relief or joining some jumped up ignorant screaming fools that simply crave attention and only manage to make themselves appear ridiculous and yes, ghetto. Will we never get it?

If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times, you cannot expect to get different results by continuing to do the same thing over and over again. You are going to get the same results. Stage another protest and what has that accomplished? Petition City Hall to close down some more streets and parade all up and down the streets of America and what has that accomplished? I’ll tell you what it has accomplished. It has accomplished tired, aching feet and shoes with worn down soles and that is all. Your limp ass protest signs dating back to the 1960s are just as irrelevant today as they were back then. What has changed? Jim Crow? Jim Crow is throughout this land. Where do you live, Black folks? Are you rubbing shoulders with the whites? Or are you segregated in Black communities? Are your children rubbing shoulders in school with their white counterparts? How many Black-owned businesses are you entering? Can you not easily tell when you have entered a so-called ‘white neighborhood’? And why is that? It is because you are still just as segregated today as when Jim Crow laws were first put on the books. Still think that you can drink out of any water fountain? Take your Black ass inside an exclusive country club asking for a glass of water and see what you get for your troubles. Walk by a ‘gated community’ and see how fast the cops show up either before or after some vigilante has mucked up your day or night.

Black lives will only matter when Black people finally decide that their lives really do matter. We should not need Black lives to matter to the whites. That is never going to happen. We as Black people must first matter to ourselves and we don’t. We don’t like our hair. We don’t like our own people because their skin is too dark or their skin is too light or they talk too ‘white’ or too ‘Black’ or they don’t have the ‘cool’ clothes  or the ‘cool’ smartphone or some such nonsense. When will that shit cease to matter? When Black lives really matter and not just junk that we buy, then and only then can we go about the business of accomplishing something worthwhile. And the #BLACKLIVESMATTER group matters not, nor is it helpful or relevant to the awakening that must first take place in the heart of each and every Black person in America. You’ve got to matter to you. It is not about how much you matter to someone else. Matter to yourself and maybe then, you will change your perception of what is important and realize that it is not about Timberland boots and Nikes and rims and fake nails. And remember, the reason why we are doing so poorly as a people in America is because we are divided. And you know the saying. “Together, we stand, Divided, we fall.” And that is why Black America, we are falling. It is because we do not stand together!

#BLACKLIVESMATTER cannot stop you from falling. That movement will not catch you because that is not what #BLACKLIVESMATTER is all about. Do your own research. Educate yourselves and stop listening to the lies. Stop reading the script of others and write your own. Make your life matter and in the process, maybe then, you will understand that if your life matters, then so does your neighbor who is also more than likely Black, and together, you can start a ‘constructive’ movement. You will not need a Section 8 voucher that pays some unconcerned white landlord hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to house you in the poorest section of town, the “Black section.” Is #BLACKLIVESMATTER addressing this issue? Is #BLACKLIVESMATTER addressing the inner city school-to-prison pipeline? Is #BLACKLIVESMATTER addressing the Black child poverty rate? The Black unemployment rate? Is #BLACKLIVESMATTER using its donations to build safe, decent, affordable housing because that government backed HUD mess certainly isn’t working. HUD doesn’t give a damn where you live or even if you live. Why do you think congress takes more money from HUD each year? It is because HUD is a failure. It is a gigantic black hole that swallows taxpayer money and there is no return on that investment. Don’t believe it? Don’t take my word for it. Read this!

I say, “Black Lives don’t even matter to Blacks!” Make a liar out of me, I dare you!