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!”

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.


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!


I Spent Thanksgiving In Atlantic City

atlantic-cityThis is why I love living on the East Coast because in a couple of hours, I can be just about anywhere! And so, instead of heading south to deal with family members that I loathe, I headed for Atlantic City instead and stayed at Bally’s.

what-a-day-012And I strolled by the Wild West Saloon right off the boardwalk and they were not serving turkey, but you could certainly get your drink on and your gambling. For myself, I had been imbibing ‘free’ champagne while at the Bally’s slots and decided to stagger down the boardwalk and came across this joint.

wildwestI believe in doing just what the signs says, “Go WILD!” LOL! Damn! Am I on the ‘strip’ or the boardwalk? Oh well, it was too cold to take the plunge and so I headed back inside and down the hatch it flowed, champagne, that is!


However, I do want to say that Atlantic City has become a really sad city. The people who worked in the casino/hotel were telling me that they were surprised to even see people looking enthusiastically around Atlantic City because there is just nothing to come to Atlantic City for these days. I could not get them to understand that I come to stand by the ocean and just watch the wild waves crash on the shore and that the best time of the year for me to enjoy doing this is when it is cold because I can be sure that I am not amongst a crowd, jostling for a space on the beach. There was much laughter following this because I was told that there are no crowds even at the peak of summer.

It did not used to be this way. My uncle, bless his soul, is dead now but he spent all of his retirement years in Atlantic City; he and his wife. They both had gambling fever and would lose their shirt every time and yet every month, they’d be back in Atlantic City to do it all over again. One time, my ex-husband and I went with them and I was in the casino watching my ex-husband lose his money when I heard my name over the casino loudspeaker and I was wanted at the cashier station. I found the cashier station and there stood my uncle. He had requested that I be paged because he wanted to ‘borrow’ some money from me because his money had all been gambled away and so had his wife’s. He got no money from me! I’ll never forget, on the bus ride back home, when the bus driver pulled into a restaurant so that we could get some food, I was the only one who got off the bus and got back on with food and everyone groaned when the smell wafted through the bus because they were all broke. My ex-husband looked at me when I sat down beside him and he asked me wasn’t I going to give him some of my food. HA! I laughed in his face! I tortured those broke gamblers all the way back to our hometown. It was so much fun!

But as usual, I digress. Atlantic City is just sad, like so many other American cities that have had their heyday and no one invested in the city or its people. From what I understand, crime is off the charts thanks to a lack of jobs, poverty, homelessness, prostitution, drug abuse and the list is endless. Why is this endemic to almost every major American city? What is wrong with the politicians when they can see this as problematic and would still rather have big developers come in and further add insult to injury to  the already poverty stricken by building upscale dwellings and opening upscale fancy named stores that people who are jobless cannot shop at? And then proceed to go on and on about the high crime rates as if they don’t know that poverty and high crime rates go hand in hand? Back in the day, Atlantic City catered to people like my uncle who would go to Atlantic City, religiously and not only gamble, but would go to the restaurants and spend money in the little shops that were lined up and down the boardwalk, taking back home with them, cheap souvenirs and $1 boxes of salt water taffy. Now, you’ll find only high end stores in the mall on the boardwalk. Pier shops is what its called and there you’ll find Wolf Fine Jewelry, Tiffany & Co.,  bebe, Louie Vuitton, Michael Kors, Marshall Rousso, Glow Gold, Burberry and other stores of the like, but you’ll not find what used to be there; Dollar Tree, McDonalds, Burger King, Payless Shoe Source, The 99 cent Taffy Store, The Everything’s A Dollar Gift Shop and more of the like. And back then, Atlantic City was thriving, but there still was a problem of no investment in Atlantic City beyond the boardwalk and the casinos. I noticed this decades ago and I thought, “If this continues, this city is going to go into a decline.” And it has, big time!

Casinos are now vying for customers to the point where I was able to receive $25 in the form of a voucher after having paid $30 for the bus ticket to Atlantic City. So, it only cost me $5.00 to go to Atlantic City and back. Of course, I had to use the voucher in the casino, the $25.00 wasn’t given to me in cash, but what was even better, I discovered while sitting at the slot machine that I could order any drink I wanted. They even had champagne! I could not believe it! I sat at that slot machine and pressed the button to order champagne for hours. They even gave it to me in a champagne flute. The music was playing overhead and I was just a giggling and enjoying my ‘free’ champagne in my gifted new flute and was winning too! Now how great was that? I finally staggered on out of the casino and to the elevator to go up to my room, only to fall into bed and get up a few hours later and start all over again. Good heavens! Did I enjoy Thanksgiving or did I enjoy Thanksgiving? I enjoyed Thanksgiving.

But then, I thought of all the people who were just a mere couple hundred feet beyond the casino doors, hulking in the shadows, shivering and hungry while I was being courted as a desirable customer at the casino. I thought, “Oh, what a hypocrite, am I!” I write about all the injustices that are going on today and then someone only has to hand me a champagne flute  and continuously fill the flute for as long as I can sit without falling down drunk. Right then and there, I pledged to do better. I pledged to try and do what I can to find solutions and to stop forgetting even for a few hours that there are people beyond the doors, homeless and shivering; that there are people, who once worked in that casino but because so few come there anymore, their jobs were terminated and that I am being courted not because I am valued, but because I am one of the few who will still come back to a city that is virtually, a ghost town; a city that needs its politicians to revitalize and give hope to a population of citizens who have been neglected thanks to indifferent politicians, broken promises and vulture capitalists.

Atlantic City will soon have much company.



“Sold!…..For Twelve Head Of Cattle!”


I was sold by my father for twelve head of cattle.
A child and not a woman is taken every day.
He raped me and beat me and now I bear his child;
proof of how I have been shamed in this way.
Do not praise the Mother Land for slavery is not gone
and every female child must endure this atrocity.
 Cursed with a little girl’s vagina that appeals to old men,
I am a short term fix; just a useful commodity.
 Little girls are abducted and sold by their kin.
Twelve head of cattle is the price that he paid
and the Blacks in America think they have it rough.
 Bring your girl child to Africa and she will get laid
by a man old enough to be her father’s father,
and then shut up about your problems across the sea
when we have it no better and no one to hear our screams.
For here in the land of my birth, I too, am an abductee.

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

This poem was born ‘thanks’ to a blog post I read titled, Tales of a child bride: ‘My father sold me for 12 cows’ over at https://talesfromtheloublog.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/tales-of-a-child-bride-my-father-sold-me-for-12-cows/

Once again, I owe N.S. a big HUGE apology because I tore into him something awful on my blog post titled Africans Are To Blame For Why Slaves Were Brought To AmeriKKKa! Fuck THAT Shit! and I was so horribly wrong, it is unreal! Because there I was just a going on and on about how African tribal leaders were not responsible in any way for the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade and yet, slavery is still going on since little girls are sold by their fathers to old ass men as a way for them to escape poverty, temporarily. Here’s an idea, if you are hungry, chop your dick off and eat it and you will not be able to reproduce that which you cannot feed.

How in the hell can a mother stand by and see her daughter sold off to a ‘man’ for twelve cows? Fuck those men up over there and take over. If African women are such queens, then why are they allowing their daughters to be handled in such a manner? Why are they so complicit in the abduction, rape and beatings that their daughters are subjected to by these ‘men’ that get away with taking them and then paying for them in the form of cows and other assorted animals? And now, some are even selling their daughters for money thanks to ‘mobile money transfers’. I cannot believe that I had the nerve, the unmitigated gall to come to the defense of African tribal leaders when those filthy ass creatures are so vile, they are somewhere underneath shit!

And for those of you in America who go on and on about the regality of your so-called ‘African’ ancestors, shut the fuck up! I am sick to pieces of hearing about how we come from such exalted beings when, quite obviously, we come from stinking shit! I hate, detest and despise men because you motherfucking animals don’t fucking think at all. The only thing you do is walk around with a ‘hard on’ while looking for something to relieve it in and it really makes no difference how old it is or how young it is or if it is even human. You vile, degenerate creatures are unfit to even slither across the ground on this planet and I rue the day I ever laid eyes on any of you and had the audacity to experience lust for you savage, feckless beasts! I would not spit on any of you if you were on fire to help put it out! I’d say, “Burn motherfucker, burn!” And I would laugh all the while doing it. That is what I think of you! And fuck it! I don’t care if you are Black, white, purple or blue; it’s all the same to me! You’re all useless fuckers!

Poor innocent children are at the mercy of you two-legged dogs and I am going to protest over the likes of you getting fucked up? Nothing fucking doing! Those of you who are in America are spawns of that shit and so you’re no better! And I know this to be a fact because in my family alone, there have been incidences where grown men have raped children. So no, you nasty ass fuckers don’t get a free pass just because you are in America. You diseased and vile heathens; none of you are worth spit! And women would have been better off having never laid eyes on you!

But quite actually, women should not get a free pass either as you are complicit in what is happening to your daughters. I had a cousin that dated everything that slithered in and out of prison and her daughter was raped and given a disease by one of these vile creatures called, ‘men’. What is wrong with us? How in unholy hell can we hold our heads up and strut around as if we are doing all we can to help our children grow into mentally healthy adults? We cannot since we aid and abet in the continued dysfunctional relationships we see today in our children and their children. How can I be appalled when I hear young girls disrespecting themselves to no end when look at who is ‘nurturing’ them, if you can call it that? It is no wonder, no wonder at all over why we as a race of people are in deep, dark ass trouble. And as for that agency, “Big Brothers And Big Sisters,” just what the hell are you doing? Because if you assholes were stepping in to fill the void, we should certainly see some results from your efforts, but all I see is more of the same; children having children and learning nothing that will help them get through life. I no longer despair FOR us, I despair OF us!

What happened to this child fills me with rage and utter contempt for ‘men’. But you’re not ‘men’. I don’t know what the fuck you are. But one thing I do know is that there is nothing worthy about any of you psychopathic, filthy ass rats! Come at me with your fucking dick hanging out and see what the fuck happens to it! I fucking dare you!

Centers For Disease Control (CDC), Go To Hell!

suicide of the rich is a public health problem for the CDC



And here we go again! Read the headline and if this isn’t some goddamn shit, then I don’t know what is!

CDC investigates why so many high school students in wealthy Palo Alto have committed suicide

Over the course of nine months in 2009 and 2010, six Palo Alto teenagers committed suicide. Between 2010 and 2014, an average of 20 children and young adults died of suicide annually in Santa Clara County.

In response to what Santa Clara County officials have called an urgent public health problem, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention is launching an epidemiological study on teen suicide in the area. A team of suicide prevention specialists are arriving in Santa Clara this Tuesday for a two-week site visit.

While these federal teams generally act on infectious disease outbreaks, the San Jose Mercury News reported, this investigation signals a rare instance of CDC dispatching a unit for a chronic health issue.

Let me get this straight! Twenty rich white kids die annually from committing suicide and the CDC considers this to be a ‘public health problem’ and decides to investigate. How is this a public health problem? And why is it that inner city kids who get gunned down by the hundreds is not perceived as a public health problem? Why is it not a public health problem when Black people are gunned down by the hundreds annually by racist KKKops? Why is there no investigation being initiated by the CDC over this public health problem? Twenty white kids kill themselves and an investigation is launched. Hundreds of Black kids die because of their situation of lead in the water as is the case in Flint, MI, NO water as is the case in Detroit, MI and Baltimore, MD, getting caught in the line of gang-related gun violence, getting themselves shot dead by KKKops for playing in parks and yet, there is no cause for alarm or for a CDC investigation. I just cannot make this shit up!

Because rich white kids’ parents have the money to persuade lawmakers and the CDC and every goddamn body else to get onboard with finding out why their kids are committing suicide, therein lies the reason for this investigation. How many poor Black parents have the resources to get the CDC off its ass to look into the plight of our Black children who are suffering through no fault of their own in inner cities that haven’t yet gone through the gentrification process? And why hasn’t the CDC initiated an investigation into how many poor Black kids have been rendered homeless by gentrification? Why is that not a public health problem? Why did the water shut-off crisis in Detroit not get the CDC off its ass and declare that to be a public health problem? Even the United Nations declared the Detroit water shut-offs to be a human rights violation. Why didn’t the CDC intervene on behalf of the poor Black children in Flint, MI when it was found that lead was poisoning their water? If anything is a public health problem, poisoned water is a public health problem. But from the CDC, all we heard was the sound of crickets chirping. I fucking wonder why! Like hell I do! Money talks and those Black people don’t have any to talk for them!

Black folks, do you still not know where you stand in this shithole? Are you seriously thinking that you are going to get some relief from mass incarceration, poisoned water, skyrocketing rents while your wages remain stagnant, gentrification, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass unemployment of inner city youth, homelessness, drug addiction and the goddamn list is endless? Of course not. You don’t have any goddamn money and therefore, you are rendered voiceless. Our children have no need to commit suicide simply because they have too much shit and don’t know what to do with it, our children are too busy being a victim of genocide. But we need to focus on twenty rich white kids who committed suicide because THAT right there is a public health problem; a crisis of the highest magnitude and stop that shit right now, goddamn it!

You see, it is a really ugly ass nightmare being the kid of rich parents. There is just so much pressure to achieve and succeed and follow in mommy and daddy’s footsteps because they expect everything from their children. They expect them to become investment bankers and corporate lawyers and the expectations are just too much for the kids of the filthy rich to deal with and so they have no choice but to go and play on the train tracks. They have no choice but to bungee jump off a really high ass cliff. So little Black kids, this is why you don’t want to be rich. It comes with too many issues and problems and bungee cords attached. Of course, there is no problem of where you are going to sleep at night; what with fifteen bedrooms to choose from. There is no problem of what you are going to eat because all you need do is grab your wallet with twenty credit cards in it, jump into your brand new Bentley and cruise in style to the nearest upscale restaurant and voila! Carte blanche! And if you mow somebody down after having shown the bartender a fake ID and got wasted, well there’s that ‘Affluenza’ defense that can be put to use to get the lily white-assed shits off. But being the kid of rich white parents is not at all easy and so committing suicide is en vogue. All the rich white kids are doing it and their parents can pay for some officials to come down hard on the CDC to investigate and put an end to that horrible new public health problem of “Too Rich To Want To Live!” That is THE public health problem of today! Never mind, the real problems that plague Black communities all across this shithole that really is of epidemic proportions. Who cares about that shit? Certainly NOT the CDC. They’re too busy running around in rich neighborhoods trying to find out why little bad ass Johnny can’t deal with being rich. Ain’t that a bitch?

Here’s an idea! What about the parents? Where are the parents of these suicides? Why haven’t they stepped up to the plate to find out why their offspring are ‘offing’ themselves? Why are the parents not trying to figure this shit out? Because as usual, they just pay someone else to figure shit out while they enjoy the relaxing facial treatment at the spa, while they engage in a much needed game of golf, while they are busy taking an around-the-world-cruise. Let the CDC figure it all out and fill ’em in when they get back from that extended vacation. Meanwhile, little bad ass Johnny, here’s another credit card, now get out of my face!

I am past fed the fuck up with this endless, in our face shit that is almost too outrageous to be believed. I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that the CDC has initiated an investigation of twenty rich white kids in California that committed suicide and this has all but been declared, a public health emergency. For the love of ……!!!!!!!!! Meanwhile, there ain’t a goddamn thing wrong in poor Black communities all across this country that has resulted in hundreds if not thousands of deaths, annually. No cause for concern. No cause for alarm. No cause for a CDC investigation. It is just the business as usual of the genocide of the Negro race! Now let’s celebrate this shit during Black History Month!

The Entertainment Never Ends!

the entertainment never ends

I have been strangely quiet
for want of anything to say
because everything’s been said
and I hit the button and replay.

Football season is over.
The Super Bowl is in the past.
We say we hate capitalism
but that hate don’t ever last.

We say we love this planet.
It is our home, for better or for worse.
And yet we fuck it up relentlessly
until they put us in a hearse.

Oh what hypocrites we are
when we scream our hatred for war.
And yet, we groom the next generation
to heed the call for more!

We say we hate our politicians.
We despise them one and all.
They don’t represent our interests.
And yet, we vote for them each fall.

We point fingers at another
and we claim that they are wrong
when in fact, we’re all depraved,
it’s why we cannot get along.

Oh yes I have been extremely quiet,
just watching shit hit the fan.
What need have I to point out
that the foulest seed is man?

There is endless war in Syria
 and Libya is filled with rebels.
All of this chaos was put into play
by American and NATO devils.

Poor Iraq, we hear nothing about
as if those folks are doing fine.
I doubt if they’re eating caviar
or drinking expensive wine.

But here in the land of the ‘exceptional’
the entertainment never ends.
We just gorged on wings and pizza
with our loud and drunken friends.

The stakes are high in this gambler’s den
of vice and greed and corruption.
And when Wall Street flounders again,
they’ll blame the poor for their destruction.

The bailouts will commence
and the players will play on.
While the huddled masses yearn
for jobs already gone.

At the risk of repeating myself, I repeat myself.

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

1,400 people learn their jobs are moving to Mexico

A crowd of Carrier manufacturing workers erupted into anger Wednesday as they learned their plant was being relocated to Monterrey, Mexico.

Carrier, an Indianapolis-based heating, ventilation and air conditioning company owned by United Technologies, announced in a statement on Wednesday that the plant would undergo a three-year transition to Mexico starting in 2017.

Carrier is one of two United Technologies plants to announce a move to Mexico — the corporation announced on the same day it would also be moving a plant in Huntington, Indiana. The closing will eliminate about 700 jobs from the city in northeastern Indiana.

And now with the signing of the TPPA, is this situation going to get any better? But they tell us that the unemployment figures are so low as to be negligible. The lies just keep coming. Who in hell believes that the REAL unemployment rate is 4.9%? Seriously? Sears and Kmart stores are closing, left and right. The only stores that are doing a booming business are Dollar Tree, Dig-A-Dollar, Collar-A-Dollar and Holla-For-A-Dolla! This past holiday sales figures were dismal and that is an understatement. Target just closed up shop in Canada. Wal-Mart just announced the closure of all Express Wal-Mart stores. JC Penny is gasping to stay alive and even Macy’s is choking and the unemployment rate is 4.9%?!!! Get the fuck outta here with that bullshit!

The Children Of Flint, Michigan Speak!

children exposed to lead in flint michigan

They say corrosive pipes may cause my demise.
Filthy water comes to me as no surprise.
Massa in the manse, he cause my distress
‘cause I’m not rich and I make do with less.

Corrosive pipes, they don’t cause my demise.
Massa in the manse did with all his lies.
The media paints the picture of a lazy mama.
They say she don’t have a job but she smokes marijuana.
With the jobs gone to China, just what did they expect?
Now they gone charge my mama with abuse and neglect.

They caused the problem but place the blame on us.
My skin is itching; it’s red and draining pus.
We sent the water to be tested by the EPA.
They helped to cover up this crime; they looked the other way.

Obama finally spoke, he said, “Ain’t that a shame!”
“Give those niggaz some water and y’all file a claim!”
We’ll go out like Tamir, since they’re still using lead.
Yet another way to kill us, with poison instead!

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

Rick Snyder, a Republican who ascended to the governor’s office in 2010 without ever serving in public office, has fought off calls for his resignation and criticism about his delayed response to the crisis. It was Snyder’s administration that placed the city under emergency management in 2011, a decision that wrested control from the city council and imposed cost-cutting – which in turn led the city to the filthy river for water. For 18 months the administration ignored signs that water was contaminated, before finally rerouting supplies last October.

Fifty-six percent of Flint’s residents are Black. Now, imagine if this had been Newtown, CT. Do you seriously think that this would be happening? White folks are sitting back now, pointing the finger at those poor Black folks who they believe are just lazy bums expecting free food, free water and free housing and so that is on them. Well, let me tell you something. This same shit is coming to a ‘white bread’ neighborhood near you and then yours is next because this shithole’s infrastructure is totally fucked up since AmeriKKKa has been too busy meddling in foreign affairs and bombing other countries while neglecting this one. So, sit back and laugh at the poor Black folks in Flint, MI who are going through this crisis, but know this, laughter is catching. And don’t forget about the trains that are derailing and spilling crude oil into the rivers and streams that eventually end up coming out of your faucet. Still think you’re immune to what’s going down in Flint, MI? Yeah! Keep laughing!

With the subject line “HIGH LEAD: FLINT Water testing Results”, the EPA’s Jennifer Crooks wrote to local officials that she had been discussing Walters’ “water situation” for several weeks. Crooks was stunned by the results: 104 parts per billion of lead. The EPA’s regulatory limit is 15 parts per billion.

Trump Is As American As Apple Pie And Racism!



Sometime ago, I had decided not to write about Trump because he gets enough attention as it is, but upon seeing a poster today that stated…

Donald Trump-The Face Of Hate

“Trump gives bigots a voice and encourages violence. His hateful statements are un-American. He is no longer a joke but instead, he is a sickness that needs to be cured. He is not the solution, he….is America’s problem.”

…I figured I’d clear up some things, as only I can.

Donald Trump is not giving bigots more of a voice than they already have. Bigots run this shithole. So, don’t try and pretend that Trump is just some unknown alien species that landed here and no one knows a thing about how he got here and why  he is saying such things and this is the first time that we have heard such bigoted shit and oh how disturbing it all is. You’re not disturbed about a goddamn thing that comes out of Trump’s mouth. How ridiculously naïve can you attempt to act? Because that is exactly what it is, an act. Donald Trump is as American as the NRA. I don’t hear anyone going on and on about those awful NRA members, what with gun violence in the headlines, daily. But no, let us focus on how uncommon it is for white Americans to hear the bigoted tripe that Donald Trump is spewing. Give me a goddamn break! Black people have been listening to the words of bigots for four hundred years and counting. We have been subjected to shits like Donald Trump every single damn time we sign an employment application, every single damn time we sign a mortgage application, every single damn time we sign a credit card application, every single damn time we sign a car rental application, an apartment rental application and the list is endless. We don’t have the dubious pleasure of only having to listen to that shit once every four years when another bigot has a microphone placed in front of him and off to the presidential races he goes.

“Donald Trump’s hateful statements are un-American!”

For real? Did you motherfuckers really go there???!!! Un-American? Un-American? Donald Trump’s statements could not be MORE American! That pompous, bloated egotistical windbag and his statements are quintessentially American and don’t bullshit me about how shocked you are that he is gaining in the polls and how you thought that this ‘joke’ would go away. Has racism gone anywhere? Has discrimination gone anywhere? Has mass incarceration of Black and Brown people gone anywhere? Has the school-to-prison pipeline been shut down? Has the media ceased with ‘whitewashing’ every goddamn thing on TV? Has the unemployment rate for Black people gone down? Has gentrification ceased? Has Black child poverty, hunger and homelessness been reduced? Have racist cops stopped gunning down unarmed Black women, children and men? Now, why are all of these issues still problematic over 400 years AFTER the ‘official’ end of slavery if Donald Trump’s message of bigotry is such a novelty; patently unheard of?

Now, you know when you bring the bullshit, I am going to have to shut it down! You know this. So when you put this shit up on my reader, I am going to handle business! And without further ado, I shall get on with the business of handling business.

“He is no longer a joke”

Who said he was? Black folks don’t think Donald Trump is a joke because we ALL know that ain’t a goddamn thing jokey joke about the bigots that are all up in our face on a daily basis. Not a goddamn thing is funny when we encounter that shit. Now white folks, quite obviously, thought that Trump was funny at some point, “hahaheehee” because you motherfuckers are not dealing with Trumps in your everyday life. So of course, you have the option of at first laughing at Trump’s comments and remarks, we don’t have that luxury. Trump was never funny, nor was he a joke from the beginning for Black folks. We see the writing on the wall. We don’t have ‘white privilege’ to shelter us from what shelters ‘whites’ from unpleasantness that goes on for far too long. Donald Trump must be making some white folks uncomfortable with themselves if he is now starting to stink like three-day old fish and white folks are just now saying that Donald Trump is no longer a joke. This is exactly why white folks re-write history. They cannot stand the continuous ‘in your face’ with it shit that they have done. No way! Cover that shit up! Put a lid on it! It stinks and I don’t want to smell it even though I took a shit on an Indian man. I took a shit on a Black man. Put the lid on that mess right now. Clean it up! Whitewash it! Turn the channel. Fix that history book. White folks, Donald Trump is you and he, like you are the very essence of America and what is wrong with America. Accept your joke because the joke is not on you, it’s on us.

“he is a sickness that needs to be cured”

And just who is going to ‘cure’ Donald Trump of bigotry? The rest of you white bigots? Is the Ku Klux Klan going to ‘cure’ Trump? How about the Aryan Brotherhood? How about the other skinhead groups? Are the white supremacists going to ‘cure’ Donald Trump? Once again, for the white motherfuckers that are slow or otherwise dumb as hell, Donald Trump IS America and Donald Trump is you! When next you look in the mirror, repeat this, “I am Donald Trump! Donald Trump IS me! I am AmeriKKKa! I am a sickness that needs to be ‘cured’.” And a sickness that runs as deep as bigotry needs to be destroyed at the root! Now, you know what to do if you really want this ‘sickness’ to be cured. Destroy the root! Like that’ll ever happen!

“He is not the solution, he….is America’s problem.”

No! He, like AmeriKKKa, is THE problem to every Black man, woman and child here because we would not be here if your ancestors hadn’t been some lazy ass motherfuckers who had no work ethic at all and who were the most racist, bigoted, vile ass spawns of evil who produced the exact same filthy shits that we have to contend with today and believe me, you are no joke! Black folks in AmeriKKKa are so FUCKING NOT laughing!

Of Dr. King, We Are Just So Proud!

Dr Martin Luther King Jr1

Of Dr. King, we are just so proud.
That man, he always drew a crowd.
He paved the way to a much brighter day.
His dream is alive in every way.

Tamir Rice is here to tell his story.
And Sandra Bland has no need to ever worry,
that her life will be snuffed out in a cell,
because Dr. King, he rang the freedom bell.

Michael Brown is in college where he belongs.
Eric Garner is in church singing spiritual songs.
Walter Scott is still driving down the street.
Freddie Gray is sitting down to a meal to eat.

They all owe their lives to Dr. King.
He said, “Let freedom ring! Let freedom ring!”
On the mountaintop, he saw through space and time.
And yet, they killed him while he was in his prime.

We thank him for the debt he willingly paid,
and for all the sacrifices he and his family made.
But what we will never know for certain,
is how he would react when they finally raise the curtain,
on a show that is a tragedy of the darkest kind,
and where Blacks are still left so far behind.
This play will not have a happy ending,
for its ending is just like its beginning.

Behold, the face of slavery is still Black.
And as in days of old, we are under attack.
But a man had a dream for which he died.
Was it all for naught? I’ll let you decide!

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

I am posting this a little early because I want you to take some time to reflect on the question I posed. “Was it all for naught?” If Black people have made so many gains in the decades since the Civil Rights Movement, then where are they? If we as a people have ‘moved’ forward, then where are the results? #BLACKLIVESMATTER? Give me a break! If we as a people had moved, there would be no need for the #BLACKLIVESMATTER Movement, now would there? The incarceration rate for Black men is off the charts. Millions of Black people live in deep poverty and a ridiculously high number of them are Black children. Millions of Black people are jobless, homeless and hungry and lack healthcare. But here we are, about to celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Day. Celebrate what, I ask you? Tell me! What is there to celebrate? Staggering unemployment figures for Black youth and young adults? A homelessness epidemic? Mass incarceration? A school-to-prison pipeline? Out-of-control racist KKKops brutalizing and murdering unarmed Black people? Grand Juries that refuse to hand down indictments on racist thugs with badges? Gun violence in Black communities that are so impoverished as to be likened to 3rd world nation conditions?

And yet the ‘whites’ sit back and gleefully point the finger at what is going down in communities of color and point to how ‘violent they are when they know why. Whites know that this is all done by design, but it is so easy for them to live in their little ‘white bread’ world and hurl invectives and “I told you sos” when ‘whites’ are hell bent on gentrifying neighborhoods that once housed Black people because the suburbs was once the place to be if you were ‘white’. You sit somewhere with your holier-than-thou attitudes as though your shit don’t stink. You shamelessly and callously wish death on a group of people who were not responsible for being dragged to this hellhole you call, America. You strut around like proud peacocks, puffing your chests out and pretending that you’re not rotten filth when you are actually worse than that. And you have the unmitigated gall to pretend to acknowledge Dr. King with your phony ass displays of righteous indignation over the brutal treatment he received at the hands of ‘whites’. You have the nerve to speak his name, to post his “I Have A Dream” speech as though you ever did a thing to help bring his dream to fruition. You’ve done everything possible to see to it that his dream was never realized and you are not fit to read his name, much less speak it. Why you have not burst into flames upon speaking his name is a complete and utter mystery to me because all that should be left of you is ‘white’ ash!

The only thing I can say to the ‘whites’ is this, “If it were up to me…if it were up to me!!!”

Because Your Ass Is White!

wall street white assed thugs1

Standing on the corner,
I’ve got these drugs for sale.
I turn a teacher into a ho
and I send her straight to hell.

Don’t put the blame on me.
I’m just a businessman.
I’m trying to make a living
the only way I can.

You don’t hate the motherfuckers
that sell you alcohol.
It’s all the same thing
but I’m the one who takes the fall.

My time on this here corner
maybe short, but it ain’t sweet.
I got the cops all on my ass
 until I’m just a piece of meat.

I must represent my gang
so don’t cross onto my turf.
Respect the line that’s drawn.
I’m just another serf.

The white man says to me,
“nigga, keep your nose clean!”
as he steals my crack and money
and kicks me in my spleen.

I ain’t got a fancy office
like the thugs on Wall Street.
But I got to live somehow.
Everybody needs to eat.

So, I shot a motherfucker.
And a child got in the way.
I didn’t set this shit in motion.
You know who called the play.

I’m on the evening news
I took a bullet to the head.
I’m just a motherfucker
lying in the morgue, dead.

The shit won’t stop with me.
That just ain’t how it works.
They gone keep those drugs coming
because of all the perks.

How you think I got the drugs?
Did you ever wonder why
I can get a gun and drugs
and make your ass so high?

I was low on the totem pole
and I always knew the score.
Get your head from out your ass.
You know why I was poor!

I was born to be a loser;
to end up dead or in the pen.
You know the goddamn truth.
I was never meant to win.

Blame me for the corruption
that comes down from the top.
You know who calls the shots
and who protects a dirty cop.

But it’s convenient to blame me
for the violence in the hood.
And ignore the burning cross
or the Aryan Brotherhood.

You can turn and look away
from what it’s all about
because in your little white bread world,
you’ll get yours without a doubt.

There ain’t no hungry bellies,
nor are there crack hos on the prowl.
You’ve got the sweetest little setup
while the rest of us live foul.

You sit nicely in the pew
on a fine Sunday morning.
You smile and pay your tithes.
You’ve got no reason to be mourning.

Your brother, he ain’t dead
from a drive by in the night.
You don’t live that kind of life
because your ass is white!

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

And don’t even bother pardoning my language or my grammatical errors. I keep it real! Deal with it! We have to!