I’ll Let This One Speak For Itself

 

Your Battlefield Is Your Very Own Body!

You don’t need a pair of fatigues
or to get shipped out to foreign lands.
Your battlefield is your very own body;
before and after, they cuff your hands.

They blind you with canisters of tear gas,
turning your tear-filled eyes, a fiery red.
For you cannot protest over one of your own,
just trudge through the cemetery to bury your dead.

There is no dignity on a coroner’s slab,
as they dig the bullets out, one by one.
Organs in a jar, weighed and tallied,
while a jury says, “No harm was done!”

Your mother and your sister shed crocodile tears.
And look to politicians to hear their pleas,
not understanding that this was all planned.
But the shame of slavery, your death will not ease.

The blood of the dead; slaves one and all,
cry out for vengeance as they walk with you.
Your ancestor’s features are carved on your face,
and the ‘white’ man and his fate will rendezvous.

There will be no mercy for the cruel and the heartless.
And when the chains enslave him, the whips lash his back,
as he displayed no mercy for his hapless captives,
slaves freed by death will rise up and attack.

Though he may beg for mercy, calling to his ‘god’,
the day of reckoning has come at last
and he shall be made to pay for the blood he spilled;
both in present day and for days long passed.

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

‘It looked like an ocean’: Severe Midwest flooding could last all spring

How many Black people do you see with Mike Pence who is in the Midwest thanks to massive flooding?

The blood of the dead; slaves one and all,
cry out for vengeance as they walk with you.
Your ancestor’s features are carved on your face,
and the ‘white’ man and his fate will rendezvous.

Flooded out whites in a Red Cross shelter. Hmmm…I don’t see any Black folks there.

There will be no mercy for the cruel and the heartless.
And when the chains enslave him, the whips lash his back,
as he displayed no mercy for his hapless captives,
slaves freed by death will rise up and attack.

Yes, as they say, it looks like an ocean…a very dirty brown ocean. Keep looking. Only more of the same will continue.

Though he may beg for mercy, calling to his ‘god’,
the day of reckoning has come at last
and he shall be made to pay for the blood he spilled;
both in present day and for days long passed.

By all means, rebuild and next year this time, even that much will not be visible.

Nothing but pale-assed parasites postulating over what to do about historic flooding that they are powerless to do anything about.

Your mother and your sister shed crocodile tears.
And look to politicians to hear their pleas,
not understanding that this was all planned.
But the shame of slavery, your death will not ease.

We may be shedding tears thanks to gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, racist police murdering us with impunity, drug saturated communities and the list is endless, but those whites who are being impacted by ‘historic flooding’ have not begun yet to shed tears and despite Mike Pence dragging his pale ass over to the Midwest to assess the damage, there is not a damn thing he can do about that massive shit pile that’s left because this was ALL planned right from the beginning when this land was stolen from the true inhabitants, the Indians, and was built up by my ancestors. Your pale asses are NOT going to continue to profit even as you continue to ignore the fact that you are just as evil, depraved and debased as what hatched your parasitic asses and for that reason, you will continue to stand somewhere and bemoan the loss of your possessions because that is all that you are, fucking useless possessions. That is the very substance of your pathetic parasitic life! The death of life as you’ve known it, will still not ease the shame of our continued slavery. Your ‘white privilege’ couldn’t stop your shit from getting flooded out, but your Grand Wizard, Mike Pence, to the rescue, right? HA! That’s laughable! What’s coming for your ass hasn’t even begun to impact you! Not by a long shot!

 

The Meat Investor: Serving Man — billziegler1947

The year in review Livestock stocks ended the year strong as the present and futures markets overwhelmingly outperformed vegan stocks to bring a hefty profit to all our investors. “Serving Man” remains out motto for 2019, it affirms a self-serving stance that is forward-looking and alert to market opportunism. The meat of the matter is […]

via The Meat Investor: Serving Man — billziegler1947

 

Bill also wrote this comment on another blog that I think is extremely relevant here.

“The whole sick charade begins with children’s books about barnyard animals living happy lives from cover to cover, the meal that isn’t a meal unless it has a meat entree, the propagandists in the advertising world, the willingness of consumers to suspend disbelief… No mention of the factory death camps that kill by the billions (trillions of fish at the seafood corner of the stupormarket).”

And this one!

” Then there is what a meaty diet does to the only planet available, you can’t buy a replacement planet on Amazon Prime. 7.7 billion people eat 77 billion land-based animals and trillions of fish per year. This is the same species that drove the Passenger Pigeon into extinction, simply because it was the fast food of the day. Shoot into the air, bring home, dress, cook. Go out for more the next day. Martha, the last surviving one died at the Cincinnati Zoo: about 10 miles from this keyboard.
Meat means greenhouse gases. Here is a graphic representation of the role played by meat:
https://ourworldindata.org/grapher/greenhouse-gas-emissions-per-kilocalorie-of-food-production
As if that were not daunting enough, there are very many graphic representations from the same amazing website “our world in data”:
https://ourworldindata.org/meat-and-seafood-production-consumption
Meat is death.”

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Bill is an intellectual genius; a brilliant, highly educated intellectual and a caring and concerned human who believes that ALL creatures, those deemed human and animal should live. One should not be killed and consumed for their parts by the other for what that is consumed dead is healthy for the living? And yet mass propaganda campaigns are waged day in and day out by those who make a fortune from getting humans to view animals as a ‘THING’ to be slaughtered and placed on their dinner plate for consumption while other ‘animals’ have been slated for their enjoyment as pets. And those ‘animals’ that are viewed as pets would never be slaughtered and placed on the plate by its owner. Oh no! Never in a million years must Fido or Fluffy ever be considered ‘food’. But since a cow, pig, Atlantic Croaker or Haddock, chicken and turkey have been rendered valueless as pets and are raised in areas far remote from humans, they are fair ‘game’ for killing and eating.

Those who brainwash us and lead us down the primrose path know exactly what it is they do. They are relentless in their pursuit to gain riches at the expense of both the land animals and marine life butchered for human consumption and they know full well the toll on human bodies this will take and their friends in the pharmaceutical industry also make out like bandits in their laboratories concocting toxic ‘prescriptions’ that also undermine what little health is left in their patients.

You have seen the commercials for the prescriptions you take to combat the diseases you acquire from eating dead animal products and byproducts. They are damn near as bad as the disease and can also cause death.

Here are the top 10 health concerns linked to meat consumption.

• Heart Disease.
• Cancer.
• Stroke. Because meat causes blockages in blood vessels, it’s no surprise that it leads to strokes. …
• Diabetes. …
• Obesity. …
• Harmful Cholesterol. …
• Acne. …
• Erectile Dysfunction.

https://mercyforanimals.org/here-are-the-top-10-health-concerns-linked

We, those of us who have decided that we don’t want heart disease, we don’t want cancer, stroke, diabetes, obesity, high cholesterol, acne and the rest and some of this we know that we can prevent, have chosen life over death. We have chosen the path that leads to an animal’s right to live just as we believe in a human’s right to live. And make no mistake, we did not choose to not consume dead animals merely for our health. We chose to not eat dead animals because we are ‘human’. We have a heart and we believe that all beings; animal, plant and human have the right to co-exist and one not be consumed by the other for its choice parts, filet mignon, porterhouse, rib-eye, bacon, ham, spareribs, crab legs, lobster tails, haddock fillet. What right have we as ‘humans’, as horrible as we treat other ‘humans’, to determine the fate of any sentient beings? We should not and yet we do so and thanks to apathy and complacency, our compliance and tacit consent is taken for granted in the slaughtering of animals for human consumption, not to mention the fact that we are loaded down, car deep at the McDonald’s drive-through window, Burger King’s, and Wendy’s as well and don’t even get me started on the All-You-Can-Eat buffet. Millions of Americans alone, are so obese, seat belts have added extensions. Airplane seats are having to be widened, scales at our doctor’s offices are having to be replaced with scales that weigh animals. And this is all because we just cannot understand that we are what we eat. There are programs on TV that showcase thousands of people needing gastric bypass surgery because they are unable to get out of bed since they weigh 600 lbs of mostly dead animals and other processed foods. Look it up! It’s called “My 600 Pound Life!” This shit’s not funny!

 

Yeah! That’s YOU! Because you ARE what you eat!

Me? I’d rather have this!

 

 

And I’ll leave you with a little poem that I wrote. Something else for you to ponder.

 

Don’t Mess With Fido!

Don’t mess with Fido and I love Fifi’s “Meow!”

But I don’t mind if you slaughter India’s sacred cow.

Sentient being or not, that pig’s going on my plate.

And little does she know, with a knife, she’s got a date.

Humans think they’re decent, compassionate and kind,

But when it comes to certain animals, to their suffering they are blind.

Thinking for themselves is just something they won’t do.

Why they’ve got a brain? They haven’t got a clue.

They’ll put cashmere on a dog and feed Fluffy, ‘Fancy Feast’.

But over the plight of barnyard animals, they don’t care in the least.

String that animal up and gut it with a blade.

As it was led to slaughter, so what if it looked afraid?

It was just a stupid cow and a pig should know its fate.

One was bound to end up bacon and the other, a rib-eye steak.

But my dog, you don’t touch and my cat is family.

What happens to cows and pigs? I have no sympathy.

The fish, deep in the ocean are caught up in a net,

and will end up as sushi, they’re not a cute and cuddly pet.

God gave man dominion and said, “You own all of this!”

But instead, we place our sins on a serpent’s vengeful hiss.

If we have freedom of choice, then it is we who choose to harm

every bird in the air, every creature in the sea and every animal on the farm.

poem written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2019 Shelby I. Courtland

 

 

He’d Get Even!

 

A child was born, dark as night,
and sent out into the world.
Everywhere he turned,
such insults, people hurled.

He took this all in stride,
grew up and became a man.
Took one look at his skin,
it was darker than a tan.

On a mountaintop, he stood,
looking out on a sea of hate.
He decided that once and for all,
he’d be the master of his own fate.

He had been followed for many a day,
even when he’d stopped to rest.
He thought he’d never feel secure,
knew that to him, this was a test.

God, they said, loved him
and he believed it for awhile.
but he carried with him, a match.
It’ll be evidence at his trial.

You see, this man, he may have snapped
on a hot day in July.
They say he lit a match or two,
but that could be a lie.

They say he took a match in hand
and lit it with intent
to burn and scorch some wood
and express his discontent.

Or maybe he got tired
of America and her shit!
And decided he’d get even
with a match that he’d just lit!

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

I wrote a poem similar to this one last year and only tweaked it a bit. But you can read the other one here!

This poem was written because a Black man has been arrested for starting the California wildfires that have consumed so many acres and burned so many structures and the fires are still raging even though there are also stories bandied about that fires were started by a vehicle burning up and the wind carried the flames. Nevertheless, this Black man is being charged and held in lieu of $1 million bail in connection with the wildfires. If he did start some of those fires, I for one, don’t blame him. Maybe he did snap. Maybe, he got fed up and that was the only way he knew to fight back. Do I fault him for that if this is indeed, the case? Absolutely not! And from the looks of the structures that have burned, it looks to me like no Black person lost their home or livelihood especially seeing as how the only ‘people’ who have been interviewed are ‘white’. Go figure! It would seem that ‘white’ folks want a race war and since that is the case, you may just get what you’ve been spoiling for. But remember, there is more than one way to skin a cat!

TEMECULA, CA — A Temecula man has been arrested on suspicion of starting the out-of-control Cranston Fire burning near Idyllwild, fire officials announced Wednesday night. And not only is the 32-year-old accused of starting the 4,700-acre fire Wednesday — but he’s also accused of starting four other fires in Southwest Riverside County.

Brandon N. Mc Glover was arrested Wednesday. Riverside County Sheriff’s Department records show he was booked on suspicion of five counts of arson on a structure, five counts of arson on land and three counts of maliciously setting a fire. His bail was set at $1 million.

I must say, Brandon N. Mc Glover knows how to stick it to the ‘white’ man. Burn his shit down and you’ve fucked up his day! Discommode some ‘white’ folks by rendering them homeless like the Black people who have been displaced by gentrification and you fuck up the ‘white’ man’s day. My day ain’t fucked up behind this and that is for damn sure! You see, camping is fine for ‘white’ folks when it is something they WANT to do, but when it is something they have to do…well now, that’s a different story. Ask the ‘whites’ who are still camping out in Hawaii if they still like camping out thanks to the Kilauea volcano erupting and  burying their homes in lava. Karma is a bitch, ain’t it ‘white’ folks??!! And you ain’t done receiving yours yet, so don’t even think it!

Southern Border Family Separations, What About Slave Family Separations And Families Separated By Incarceration?

 

I have never heard so much whooping and hollering coming from ‘whites’ over migrant children being separated from their parents by ‘white’ U.S. border agents and yet, many descendants of slaves have probably married close relatives all because our slave ancestors were separated upon their arrival on these shores after having been dragged from their native land to be used as free labor. Slaves were stripped, chained and sold at auction as children were ripped and torn from their mother’s arms and yet we are to believe that ‘whites’ suddenly give a damn about family separations? For real? You nasty ‘white’ shits haven’t changed. You are still just as disgusting, vile and reprehensible as what spawned your evil ass!

I do realize that it has been stated that many of those who make the trek to America from south of the border are here because America has made it extremely difficult for them to live in their countries and because of drug turf wars. But be that as it may, ‘whites’ are responsible for this mess just as they are responsible for the fact of African children being separated from their parents. The ‘whites’ didn’t give a shit about family separation then, but now there has been an epiphany among the lot of them that is causing them to condemn the Trump administration’s attempts to separate children from their parents with ICE officials sending the parents back across the border without their children? Right! I’m buying that bullshit!

Oh the horrifying pictures of crying, screaming children is just heart wrenching to those who have no heart. ‘Whites’ have long looked on descendants of slaves being separated from their families with depraved indifference even up to present day because why else are there millions of Black mothers and fathers wasting away in ‘For Profit Prisons’ on bullshit drug charges if ‘whites’ are so concerned about family separations? You selective outraged shits are the very definition of hypocrisy from one end of this doomed shithole to the other. Why those people would want to come to this collapsing heap of putrid filth is a complete and utter mystery to me. For what they will find here is no ‘land of milk and honey’, but they will instead find ignorance, hatred, greed, selfishness, inhumanity, poverty, homelessness, starvation and hookworm.

Safety nets are being gutted even as I type this and so why those people are not encouraged to return from whence they came, I don’t know because there is nothing for them here. Ask the millions who are homeless. Ask the millions who are already here living in deep, unrelenting poverty. Ask the millions who go to bed hungry at night. Ask the millions of children who are living in poverty and whose only decent meal is the one they get at school. Ask the children who are in foster care and who are put out on the streets at age 18 to fend for themselves or starve, become homeless and die.

But ‘whites’ are pretending to give a shit about some migrant children who are tearful at being separated from their mothers and fathers when they don’t give a shit for those who are legally in the United States and who are just as tearful and in need of  pity, help and some more shit! You skank ass filth is absolutely beyond the end of enough with your fake ass displays of outrage over what you set in motion. Those people are attempting to escape the traps you set for them, just as you’ve done to every other group who is not lacking melanin. You trap, enslave and destroy. That is the playbook you’ve always used and you’re still at it. You’ve not changed in all these hundreds of years. Why should you? If it works for you, what need have you to change a goddamn thing?

While those south of the border are coming here, you’re busy buying up the real estate where they came from and building gated communities, golf courses, tennis courts, spas and every damn thing else you need in order to lie around and live the ‘good life’ of relaxing at the beach, sipping an alcoholic beverage while your native maid cleans the condo and the native gardener is pruning the hedges for mere pesos, of course.

Oh how sad it all is that those poor little children are motherless and fatherless and wailing to the high heavens because they are so alone. But you’ve got plans for them. Of that, I am quite sure. How many of them have gone missing thus far? From what I hear, they’ve lost count because they are useful to you in some way just as the slaves were, just as Black prisoners are. But you’ve never shed one tear of outrage over the plight of the separated slave families nor have you shed one tear over the separation of families thanks to your ‘For Profit Prison Industrial Complex’ and you won’t because down to your very core, you are the most heartless, cold, callous, twisted, depraved deviants to ever slither and crawl across this godforsaken planet that you’ve made so thanks to the evil that is you!

What this world could have been like if ‘whites’ were not allowed!

The white savages killed off so many Indian tribes.

They stole their land with firewater and worthless beads as bribes.

The Indians never stood a chance against savages with a gun.

A bullet will always out pace a horse, even at a run.

An entire continent could not escape the thieving ways of man.

They plundered Africa’s wealth and stole its people for their plan.

With blood dripping everywhere, the savage whipped the broken slave.

We know who fucked the world up and who no good could ever save.

White savages will forever enslave all Black and Brown folk,

and if they rise to try to fight, they’re hindered by their yoke.

No good did ever come from the white savages rule on earth,

as they seek, destroy and kill amidst such peals of mirth.

Is it funny to this day, what those savages have wrought?

Do you find the time to laugh since in slavery, you’ve been caught?

When they finally destroy this world with their nukes and fracking sites,

and since the people have been cowed and deprived of all their rights

will the last to close their eyes see beyond the mushroom cloud,

to what this world could have been like if ‘whites’ were not allowed?

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

Oh, I’m crying, alright! I’m shedding tears because dead ‘white’ filth was allowed on this planet in the first damn place! Yeah! That’s why I’m crying! Because if not for you, there would have been no descendants of slaves in this stolen land and there would be no migrant children wailing for their parents and there would not be millions of descendants of slaves behind bars kept away from their children thanks to yet another version of slavery and there would be millions of Indians still living as one on this land. But you worthless ‘white’ shits are in an uproar over what YOU set in motion? Get the fuck outta here with your fake ass displays of outrage, you hypocritical pieces of dead filth!

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!”

“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?”

Black Supremacy!

 

Black Supremacy, it is not just a state of mind,
it is the melanin in my skin and those of my kind.
Black Supremacy, we were told, really did not exist.
And yet, it is to be found in every raised Black fist.

Black Supremacy, the whites consider it a threat,
as they seek our demise, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Black Supremacy is in my style that is copied every day,
in my dreadlocks and my braids and in my hips, that I sway.

Black Supremacy is the slave who would not bend or break,
she is why I’m here and why my slave name, I won’t take.
Black Supremacy is my mom who taught me how to read
and that to get an education is how I would succeed.

Black Supremacy is my dad who works to keep me fed,
and who comes home at night and tucks me in my bed.
Black Supremacy marched through streets
against those who wore white sheets.

Black Supremacy, they tried to lynch
with hatred’s putrid stench.
Black Supremacy reigns supreme
and is every white man’s dream.

Black Supremacy just won’t die
though to the white man, that’s a lie.
Black Supremacy, is here to stay.
So get your white ass out my way!
Black Supremacy, though much maligned
is humanity, redefined.

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

As someone wrote on another blog post of mine, ‘white supremacy’ is a misnomer for how can it be otherwise? Who in the world other than depraved lunatics, could invade sovereign nations, kill indigenous populations, enslave people for profit, drop atomic bombs on innocent people, start wars over lies, initiate coups against minor Latin countries and establish American puppets there, use white phosphorous on the innocent people of Iraq, torture people in their land after having invaded it over a lie, experimented on people of color as in The Tuskegee Syphilis Experiment, The Guatemalan STD Study, inflict horrors on the people of Puerto Rico and islanders all across this planet, render millions homeless, infest communities of color with addictive drugs and then incarcerate the addicts, jail people of color in numbers disproportionate to their population count, deliberately allow children of color to eat lead paint which leads to brain developmental growth problems and learning disabilities, throw sick people of color out of hospitals and watch them die because of it, lynch people because of the color of their skin, promote separate entrances for people based on the color of their skin, promote gentrification, put into play, a school-to-prison pipeline for children of color, poison the air we breathe, the food we eat and the water we drink and still consider themselves to be ‘white supremacists? Who? We ALL know! So best believe, there is not a thing ‘supremacy’ like about you. The people who are overwhelmingly filled with supremacy are Black people because we have managed not to murder you depraved lunatics in record numbers despite all that you have done to us simply because your depraved ancestors dragged ours over here and you are no different from them; that’s one reason we are filled with supremacy because we are ‘humanity, redefined’. We are not ‘humanity’ as you ‘whites’ would define it because you would place yourselves under the definition of ‘humanity’ when nothing could be further from the truth. You, of ‘humanity’? HA! That’ll be the day! Black people have tolerated your racist shit for hundreds of years and still you try and paint yourselves as saviors instead of what you really are; piles of filth beneath shit and flies! As vile as you are, how the word ‘supremacy’ can even escape from between your lips is a complete and utter mystery to me! That just shows how arrogant and conceited you are, but a ‘supremacist’? Not a goddamn chance in hell!

That stupid ‘white supremacy’ shit ends right now and as we head into ‘Black History Month’, I am declaring February to be “Black Supremacy Month!”

To ALL my Black brothers and sisters, this one is for YOU!

I Had A Dream…..!

 

I had a dream the other night and in it was Dr. King.
I stared in awestruck wonder as my eyes began to sting.
The expression on his face was so solemn and yet so kind,
I wondered if he knew about the turmoil in my mind.
What could I say to him about the troubles we still know?
And I wondered if he knew about the debt that whites still owe?
I implored him with my mind to see history through my eyes
and this distorted world of whites who still hail him with their lies.
I wanted him to see the view from where we stand
beneath a concrete bridge and homeless in this land,
where Jim Crow still exists from when hatred was unleashed
and though he too was jailed, millions weren’t released.

Today, they’ll praise his name and say that things have changed
that they no longer burn a cross or watch a Black man hanged.
But we all know the truth in that lynching still exists
and I see the whip slice forward, there’s the echo of its hiss.
The view from where I stand is not from on a mountain top
as I look upon my brother, killed by a racist cop.
His blood still stains the ground and as I turn to Dr. King,
I extend my hands towards him for to him, I want to cling,
to beg him to come back to us, but he only shakes his head.
I then realize tis a dream and that Dr. King is dead!

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

As we, again, celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., Day which this year happens to fall on his birthday, we will hear from people who would assassinate Dr. King a million times over if they could. We will hear from the hypocrites who pretend to pay homage to a man who was not for corporations and who was against the mis-treatment of the poor and yet,  on the front page of every newspaper, magazine, television screen and any other type of news media, we will be bombarded with images of Dr. King and we shall hear his “I Have A Dream!” speech another trillion times and then, that’s it folks!

Not a thing has changed since Dr. King’s speeches, marches, protests and nothing will because simply posting a picture of him and recalling his words does nothing. If anything, things have gotten much worse.

For instance:

The University of Maryland Medical Center’s top executive apologized to a patient who was discharged and found on the street wearing only a thin hospital gown and socks outside its midtown facility, calling it an isolated incident.

“We take full responsibility for this failure,” Dr. Mohan Suntha said during a Thursday afternoon news conference. The hospital did not provide “basic humanity and compassion,” he added.

Hospital officials have not said what the woman was treated for in the emergency room or why she was left out in the cold near a public transit bus stop. Mohan said she received proper care while in the hospital and that the incident happened after discharge.

Translation!

As we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Day as well as his birthday, just a few days ago, another Black woman was thrown out of a hospital by security, clad only in a hospital gown and socks. While she was wandering aimlessly around, with no obvious idea of what to do, another Black man decided to tape the incident because he was absolutely beyond horrified over witnessing this shocking event.

Because the event was taped and posted on Youtube, now there is an uproar about ‘patient dumping’ that seems to happen to mostly Black patients and the hospital’s top executive stated that this patient “received proper care while in the hospital and that the incident happened after discharge.”

Excuse me! But when did it become the norm to discharge patients in a hospital gown and socks in the middle of a frigid winter’s night? I can tell you that of the times that I have been discharged from a hospital, you had damn well better believe that I was not discharged in a hospital gown and hospital socks and told to “Suck it!” as this woman was apparently told to do! How many times have you seen a patient sitting in a chair being wheeled out of a hospital and to a bus stop by security while still wearing a hospital gown(open in the back) and socks? And if you read the article, it mentions that this happens more times than we know and especially to the homeless. Go figure!

And yet, we are really going to celebrate Dr. King’s legacy? Is this his legacy? Seriously??!! We really want to go there??!!! When Dr. King, along with his civil rights organization, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, decided to launch a campaign to highlight the many problems facing the poor, the result of that today is to put poor patients out on the street in the middle of a frigid winter’s night in nothing but a thin hospital gown that doesn’t even close in the back and a pair of hospital socks? But that is an acceptable discharge according to the hospital’s executive director? Because the hospital is responsible for you from the time you are admitted until the time you are SAFELY discharged. And being sent out in that condition, especially in a city like Baltimore, is anything but SAFELY discharged.

How is this even happening? It is happening because poor people are not even thought of as human even in a hospital. Read about Anna Brown and Barbara Dawson and then come talk to me about how Dr. King’s legacy is alive and well because these two women are dead since they were treated just as this woman in Baltimore was treated.

So, go ahead, post your blogs commemorating Dr. King and espouse upon his legacy as though that has any meaning whatsoever because quite obviously, none of us know a damn thing about how we are supposed to be treating each other and we don’t want to know. Can you imagine Dr. King, with a smartphone in his hand, more worried about getting the latest model over helping some poor, homeless and sick woman find her way? Do you think that Dr. King would give a damn about a Wi-Fi connection? How does that help feed the hungry? How does that clothe the naked, like this woman who was dumped out of a hospital in the cold? How does that help a single mom who is about to become homeless with her kids? A mom who just recently worked for one of the Sam’s Clubs that Wal-Mart just shut down without any warning whatsoever which means for those of you who want to blame the victim for their troubles, who is to blame when the company you work for closes its doors and you only find out that you don’t have a job when you report to work?

Yes indeed, let us cease and desist with all social programs because the poor should just die already as this is why we celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Day! Let the hypocrisy begin!

 

A Christmas Without Gifts?

 

 

 

A Christmas without gifts?
Would it really be so bad?
Has anyone ever died
because they missed a TV ad?

Every goddamn year,
people fight over ‘smart TVs’
and camp out at a store
like trained chimpanzees.

Into the store you go.
You do exactly as you’re told.
On Monday, hit the keyboard,
and yet, another diamond sold.

What holiday is this?
Did you miss the memo too?
What happened to peace and love?
You’ve turned this earth into a zoo!

Fights broke out here!
There’s shooting over there!
You stomp each other every year
trying to buy some Tupperware!

So, you’ve got your shopping done.
For those gifts, yes you did brawl.
You found everything you need,
but was Jesus at the mall?

Now, sing your songs about his birth.
Oh, what joy it brings!
You hocked your ass to death
for all those stupid things!

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

Today, I was asked if I had my Christmas shopping done. The question was posed by a stranger, someone who obviously did not know me. And I answered, “No one is getting a damn thing from me! They never do!” And I was quite surprised when the lady stated that she was of the same mindset and that she had ditched that shopping madness shit years ago. I told her, “Good for her!” There were others around and we had a lively conversation about this. Here in my neck of the woods, there weren’t many long lines snaking around stores waiting for them to open. Many people are as fed up with this spoon fed shop ’til you drop shit as I am and here I thought I was out in left field all by my lonesome in my views of what the ‘celebration’ is supposed to be about.

Long before Christmas even rolls around, even before Thanksgiving, we are bombarded with advertisements to spend, spend, spend money that we don’t even have but because deep discounts are touted, we are made to feel that if we don’t hock something at least, to buy that too good to miss TV deal that we are just slackers. There is never even time to sit down at a table to try and be thankful that we are alive on Thanksgiving Day because before that day and even during that day, we are told to go out and shop. We are told to buy a turkey with all the trimmings and then get right up, head out the door and make sure that we keep shareholders of corporations in the black while our financial situation is in the red.

There are many people who are living paycheck to paycheck and who can barely keep a roof over their head and with their paychecks not keeping up with inflation; the high cost of living, they are still expected to pull money out of their ass to buy gifts. What in the world could you possibly need since you go through this mess every single year? How many TVs and Keurig coffee makers, microwave ovens, vacuum cleaners, SUVs and the list is endless do you really need?

The next time you are out driving around, visit a landfill just to get some idea of what we use and then throw away. What will it take to get you to realize that those boxes, Styrofoam, plastic and associated items to keep that coffee maker secure inside that box are filling up landfills everywhere, not to mention, the toxins that come from those products are seeping into our groundwater and we are drinking them every single day. You don’t ever wonder at the price we pay for our headlong rush to get some great deals, but it will all soon come back to bite us on the ass. If you really cared for your children and your grandchildren, you would sit them down and explain to them why you are not getting them something that they’ll play with for a few minutes and then toss to the side. You would explain to them that their very lives depend on you not shopping for yet another doll, another video game, another toy and another and another.

At least I can be thankful that some people are finally waking up and realizing that they have been nothing more than mindless shopping drones who have been programmed to spend too much money to enable shareholders to happily deposit their dividend checks and to enable CEOs of corporations to buy yet another island paradise with that bonus check thanks to overzealous shopping habits because of commercials insisting that you spend yourself to death.

A Christmas without gifts? Would it really be so bad?

‘Trophy Wife’

 

How long will my looks hold up?
And when will he stop considering me, his ‘Trophy Wife’?
Today, I was told that I didn’t look a day over 35.
Tomorrow, I’m making an appointment to go back under the knife.

My personal trainer helps me keep fit.
I nibble on a piece of lettuce at every meal.
What I wouldn’t give to eat a bowl of ice cream,
and for just a slice of chocolate cake, I’d kill.

If only he would stop eyeing those younger girls,
and love me for all that I’ve given to him;
two sons and a daughter and my devotion,
but those younger girls, what I wouldn’t give to be them.

Tonight, I must make another great impression.
His boss is coming over to seal a deal
and he has laid out for me to wear,
a little black dress and shoes with a stiletto heel.

Sometimes, I think he’d prefer it if I broke my neck,
as I teeter across the carpet serving up hors d’oeuvres.
I bet his secretary is all set to take my place
if my boyish figure begins to form curves.

I wonder if the other ‘Trophy Wives’ are like me,
always doubting their ability to hold on to their man
and if they too, long for the forbidden slice of chocolate cake,
or have they no problem keeping up this pretense of love as long as they can?

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