Power Of The Black Collective — changingthenarrative

I am a dark skin black woman who was born in the UK and was raised in the USA. I moved back to the UK and have been living in the UK since 2006. I do not identify with being American or British because neither of the two respect or honor black people and wish […]

I am so lucky to be raised in USA because it has opened to eyes to see how black people in the UK are treated and we are NOT treated better than black people in USA. We are systematically kept from connecting with each other and realizing our potential as well as knowing and learning from each other.

via Power Of The Black Collective — changingthenarrative

This bears repeating!

“We are systematically kept from connecting with each other and realizing our potential as well as knowing and learning from each other.”

And by this, she means that we are SEGREGATED from each other! Never mind being ‘segregated’ from the whites. I’d love that! I wish we’d always been ‘segregated’ from the whites. If we had, we would not be where we are now. Segregation was more helpful for us than we will ever know.

What does segregation mean?

the enforced separation of different racial groups in a country, community, or establishment.

the action or state of setting someone or something apart from other people or things or being set apart.

Because we allowed ourselves to fall for the whites’ shit in supposedly ‘desegregating’ us from them, what we allowed to happen was the fact that we ‘segregated’ ourselves from one another. After that, we became enemies. Where once we looked out for one another, now we no longer are willing to help pull each other up. We look at one another as enemies instead while the whites sit back in glee and watch us crash and burn.

All you need do is take a look around and see why ‘desegregation’ was not a good thing for Amerikkkan descendants of slaves because for those of you who grew up in the 70s and early 80s, tell me how many Black prostitutes, homeless people and drug addicts did you see? I can honestly say that when I was growing up, I never saw a prostitute or a homeless person. In fact, it was when I was almost an adult was when I first became aware of drugs and that was in the mid 80s when I heard about crack. I had only heard of weed once before I was married and my ex-husband’s friend asked him if he could smoke some weed in our house and I said, “Hell no! We don’t allow smoking in here!” The first I heard about weed was when I found out that my baby sister had been smoking it with her boyfriend, but even then I didn’t even know what it was. That’s how clueless I’ve always been about illicit drugs and why I am SO against drugs, it ain’t even funny.

Maybe because I am from a small town and not a big city is why I was never bombarded with all of the horrors that can be found in big cities. Yes, my baby sister did eventually take up crack, but that was after I was gone from the home and so no, crackheads were certainly not streaming past me every single day. I had to hear by way of a long distance telephone call that my sister was on crack and I’m like, “What’s that?” Nowadays, who the hell can say that? We allowed the whites to introduce that shit into our communities and it was to get us to fall apart in more ways than one and that is exactly what happened.

When we were segregated from the whites and had our own communities, we were the better off for it. There were no whites in my neighborhood and we all got along. Neighbors looked out for the children of their neighbors. Backyard barbecues became neighborhood barbecues, but that does not happen now and do you know why? Look where we’re at? In HUD housing slums. In inner city hovels owned by slumlords that do nothing but collect the rent and take it back to their gated communities. When I was growing up, Black people owned their own homes, businesses and invested in one  another.

A sad fact is that the Black people of yesteryear who were school teachers, lawyers, doctors, business owners and well-paid factory workers are either elderly and ailing or dead and what’s out here now can’t even read, “See Dick and Jane run!” Now how sad is that? There is no such thing as an inner city education. There is no such thing as a two-parent household. There is no such thing as a mother going to school when the teacher sends home an adverse report card on their child. If I brought home a report card that didn’t look right, my mother made it her business to be over at the school getting to the bottom of why because I was always a straight A student, on Honor Roll and some more shit! Likewise, I was the same way with my son, but that cannot be going down with what I see happening with Black children today. And how I know this is because I have ridden city buses when school was let out and the Black children on those buses were screaming, cussing, yelling, fighting and carrying on. That would not have been going on in my day. That wasn’t even going on in my son’s day, but it sure as hell is going down today.

What in the world do you think is going to come out of that? Certainly not another Maya Angelou, nor another Frederick Douglass, Richard Wright, Ralph Ellison, Zora Neale Hurston, James Baldwin, Alice Walker, Octavia Butler, Alex Haley and I could go on and on. But there will be none to follow them if our children are allowed to drop out of school or be herded from a classroom straight into a prison cell simply because we are aiding and abetting the white man in his continued enslavement of our minds, our bodies and our souls. We were better than what we are becoming. We were never, as a people, down for disrespecting our bodies, flaunting our wares to all and sundry, taking up the perversions of the sick whites who are a given when it comes to debauchery, sadism, masochism and all things perverted and unnatural. That was never who we were and I damn sure as hell refuse to take that shit up and neither should you. If you have to stand alone, then stand alone, but it is much better to stand alone than to descend into the depths of depravity which is where the white man can be found; lasciviously salivating over ALL that is perverse, deviant, warped, twisted and sick. And that is what the whites want for us. Just look around you because it is ALL around you! Black rappers are mostly gay. The Black man is becoming emasculated right before our very eyes. Beautiful Black women are being encouraged to mate with white parasites and they are doing so and what they are helping to produce is not even entirely human. For what could be brought forth from whites when all you need do is look around at what is going down with this planet to see what makes whites tick; greed, death, disease and destruction. That is all you will get from whites and the proof is what you see each and every day when you open your eyes. They promote nothing but evil, wars and hatred because that is what they are. But that was never us and it is certainly nothing that we should be having anything to do with or even get next to.

If there is to be any segregation, then segregate yourselves from your mortal foe; the white man. But never segregate yourselves from each other. Come together and get back to understanding that we must find what we once shared. We have got to reach out and help one another because we only have enemies outside of our kind and our kind are those of us who are Amerikkkan descendants of slaves. No one on this planet has the background that we do and no one can understand us like we can understand each other if only we will open our eyes, our hearts and our minds to the fact that we need to get it together, my people! I truly hope that we can. Prove me right, I beg you!

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!”

When You Get Goddamn Tired…..!

break the chains

When you get tired of dying before your eighteenth birthday
 and when you’re tired of hearing that you’re worthless anyway,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the fire in your soul
 will burn through your body that is four hundred years old.

When you get tired of police brutality and the injustice of gentrification,
 and when you get tired of the school-to-prison pipeline of no education,
 that protest sign, you will put down and the marching on tired feet
 will not be enough to quench the thirst for liberation and you won’t accept defeat.

When you get tired of the National Guard getting called out to stop you
 and when they fire the shots at your tired, worn-out body, though that’s nothing new,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you must heed the words of Malcolm X.
For no man can continue to surrender to ropes tightened around innocent necks.

And when you get tired of mass incarceration because of the color of your skin
 and when the cops are on your ass from sun up to sun down, yet again,
 that protest sign, you will put down and you will listen to the anger in your heart.
For no Black man, woman or child can resist the revolution and you must take part.

And when the smoke has cleared and so many lie dead or wounded from the fight
 and when you think that what you did was all for nothing and that good is never right,
 that protest sign that you put down, shove it up the white man’s ass and turn around
And torch everything in sight; every white man’s asset, burn it to the ground!

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

©2015 Shelby I. Courtland

When you get tired, my Black brothers and sisters, you will realize that protest signs, marches and hands raised in the air is not enough. When you get tired of hearing that Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., is to be revered for his non-violent stance of supplicating himself to his enemy and encouraged you to do likewise, you will then realize your only course of action and you will take it. The white man knows this and that is why he is hell-bent on incarcerating you off the streets; that is why he is hell-bent on donning that blue or brown uniform, once he sheds his white sheet, and commences to riddle you with hundreds of bullets. He knows what’s coming. You don’t. Not yet. But you will. Yes, that’s right. He already knows what his fate is and who is going to seal it, but you don’t. Not yet. But you will. And when you do, it is game over for him and he knows that!

I don’t even call it violence when it’s in self defense; I call it intelligence. –

Black Power, If It Did Arise, Would Be Scary As Hell!

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Exploitation from Africa to America
Gentrification, another form of annihilation
Exterminate the Negro and plunder his home
Subjugate the male and dominate the female

Fill their minds with false religion
Imprison their bodies behind thick walls
Poison their blood with toxic vaccines
Sterilize the queen and the hive will die

Read them no rights that they never had
Employ against them, our gestapo guards
Litter their environment with hypodermic needles
Shoot them up in Chicago and choke them in New York

They still walk amongst us despite Planned Parenthood
The guns that we gave them, did not finish the job
Hate groups we formed, have failed to intimidate
Black power, if it did arise, would be scary as hell!

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

And it so fucking would be if we only knew what to do with the power that we have. We don’t even know our own strength and that is sad. We continuously allow ourselves to be depicted as the poster child for some weird motherfucker’s shit when we’ve been on our own for hundreds of years in this shithole. When will we wake up and stop taking the shit that is slung at us every damn day? When will we stop allowing other groups to hone in on our struggles and tell them just where the fuck to go? When will we ever realize that no one can ever know what we go through but us? We are not some hashtag, nor are we some other motherfucker’s stepping stone to some goddamn rights that they ain’t even denied!

This shithole has been waging war against us ever since they dragged our asses over here and still it continues to this day. Don’t bow down to this ‘politically correct’ bullshit! If you ain’t down with it, tell these shits that you’re not. If something goes against your moral principles, make that fact well known because you are not obligated to like every goddamn body and their fucking shit that’s attached to them.

We are constantly being told that the ‘gay rights’ struggle is OUR struggle. Hell no! It ain’t! We’ve been struggling for rights long before those snakes crawled out of the closet and we continue to fight and now they want to co-opt our struggle and make it their own. Ain’t happening. Not on my motherfucking watch. It ain’t happening. Stand up for you! Don’t let anyone diminish what we are fighting for because goddamn it, we are not fighting over a CHOICE! That’s right, I said, “CHOICE” over whether or not we want to wear a dress today or a suit and tie. We are not fighting for the right to enter a bathroom just because we say that we’ve changed our sex. We were segregated because of the color of our skin and not because we were born with a dick and now, we want it chopped off and so everyone must recognize that we are now, ‘gender re-born’. Hell no! That shit ain’t us! We had no fucking say in coming over here and we damn sure had no say over how we have been treated by this shithole. But now, let some motherfucker with a big ass Adam’s apple claim that he is now spiritually, and cosmically, a woman and break out the federal lawsuits already to get his ass inside a woman’s restroom.

We have men and women who were jailed, hosed down, bitten by dogs, lynched and shot just because they were Black and speaking out against slavery, Jim Crow; the whole nine yards. They were not speaking out against being discriminated against for wearing a goddamn dress with a folded up dick underneath it. We cannot continue to let these creatures get away with suggesting that their perverted cause is our cause because, goddamn it, it ain’t! And don’t you give a good goddam who don’t like it. We don’t like what we have to deal with, but we deal with it every single day. If it don’t sit right with you, then don’t accept it! I’m not and that’s a fact!

You have the power within you, but you just don’t use it. Black folks, don’t keep kowtowing to this shit! We’re better than this! Keep the shit real!!

Black History Holds No Fame

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Dragged from your native land,
on a floating barge of death.
You built paradise for a thief
who then plundered all the wealth.

Your name was not your own.
You would never again be free.
To know such hate from them,
as they hung you from a tree.

They say that slavery’s over.
Go forth and earn your keep.
And though you labor long,
you’re valued much too cheap.

You were denied so many rights.
And the vote was not for you.
Though many marched and died,
the court bid that adieu.*

Some think you’ve made great strides
in the face of all that’s wrong.
Yet they herd you into prison,
because they hate that you are strong.

Be wary of their smiles,
for they mean you so much harm.
If you’ve a talent, they’ll exploit it.
All over you, they’ll swarm.

They’ll use you and they’ll kill you.
You’re nothing but a thing,
and when your candle’s burned
you’ll feel ole Massa’s sting.

Don’t ever let your guard down,
and it doesn’t pay to trust.
Shield from them your weakness.
Always show them your disgust.

Black history holds no fame.
And it certainly gets no cheer.
Times have never changed.
They still look at you and sneer.

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

*June 25th 2013, the U.S. Supreme Court overturned a key provision of the Voting Rights Act, removing a critical tool to combat racial discrimination in voting.

Black History Month, eh? What’s to celebrate? Double digit unemployment in every Black community all across this rotten ass country. The Black people who aren’t getting their brains bashed in playing football or who aren’t rapping about thugs and hos are receiving wages that wouldn’t keep a hamster in food. Public Education in inner cities is shameful and woefully inadequate, to put it mildly, in preparing Black children for this high tech society we live in. Black children are being herded from the classroom straight into the penitentiary and they haven’t a prayer of making it out of the nightmare of poverty, hopelessness, gangs, violence and despair.

But we’re celebrating some goddamn bullshit! The Civil Rights Movement? We haven’t moved. The ‘white only’ entrances and water fountains are still there and so are the ‘colored only’. Now, it’s called affluenza and povertenza. Keep the poverty stricken Black people away from the affluent. Gate those communities, build high-end developments. Those poor Black people can’t afford that. Hinder their education. Keep them ignorant. It worked back in the day and if it works, why fix it if it ain’t broke?

There is not one damn thing to celebrate. Yes, Rosa Parks refused to relinquish her seat. Good on her! The Reverend Dr. King and all the others marched and protested and had dogs let loose on them and were sprayed by high powered water hoses and for what? So that the ever so helpful Supreme Court could just come along and gut THAT shit! Oh, yes! Let the goddamn celebrations begin!!!! Again I say, fuck THAT shit!!!

The Dreamers

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In a little over a week from today, government offices will close in honor of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and his “I Have A Dream” speech will be played and his image will be displayed on television screens and all across the internet and we will once again, put on a pedestal this man who had a dream, a dream that was shared by millions who stood, marched, protested and died because ALL people should have equal rights under the law. And so, here we go again, another year of “I Have A Dream!” Another year of living a nightmare, nowhere near to a dream. So many sacrificed themselves and for what? Take a look around and again, I ask..for what?

And so, here’s to the ‘dreamers’….

He had a dream and like most dreams, they fade with the rising sun.
There were many who dreamed with him and they are but whispers in the wind.
Those who are left to carry on buried their torch and sold their legacy.
Their sacrifices were in vain as the book of dreams closed when they died.
Today, it pays to be a sell-out and not a dreamer, nor a sacrificial lamb.
The so-called Black leaders of today, crawl like dogs and beg at Massa’s table.
They don’t stand tall with the bearing of kings; today, they are weak.
Black men of today lack the qualities found in leaders; they’re not leaders, they are followers.
Their women are treated with contempt and disrespect and even hatred.
They’ve turned their backs on their little children and shunned them one and all.
From their mouths, they spew forth the foulness of the gutter.
They hate themselves and this does show when their pants sag to their ankles.
What education they received was from a prison in every United State.
Their money is from drug sells, bought and packaged by their government.
They are sold up and down plantation row and the bars are made of steel.
When they are put out on the streets, they are taught to rob and steal.
If they’re not caught up in the new slavery, they are rotting in a box.
Is this the dream that was dreamt so many years ago?
Did a sacrificial lamb envision this hell on earth that is without end?
What are ‘Al Sharp’con’ and ‘Jesse Jack’con’ doing about this nightmare that is no dream?
They are the dogs that crawl to corporations with hat in hand to pave their way to gold.
I hear tell of a Black man in the manse; it is the greatest lie that was ever told.
Yes, a man did have a dream as did so many, many others but his dream and theirs is but a whisper in the wind.
…and the flames of hatred, racism, injustice, brutality, slavery and barbarism light up the dreamer’s night.
There are no dreamers today, only schemers and liars and hypocrites and dogs who crawl to Massa!
Goodnight and sweet dreams Dr. King and to all the others who stood tall; Malcolm X, Fannie Lou Hamer, Bayard Rustin*, and A. Philip Randolph and to so many, many others as your dreams died with you and only hate and greed is our reality.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2014 Shelby I. Courtland
* http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/bayard-rustin-organizer-of-the-march-on-washington-was-crucial-to-the-movement/2011/08/17/gIQA0oZ7UJ_story.html

Black men in America, I dare you to go to the above link and take a look at how ‘MEN’ dressed. They are not unkempt and disheveled, pants down around their ankles, can hardly walk properly. If your ass was down around your ankles, then your pants would be made that way. Show some self-respect and get some dignity, even if you have to borrow some.

…and Black women, you don’t get off that easy. These ‘men’ are your sons and this is what you teach them? To go out in public with some jailhouse look about them? Where is their father? There was a time when Black women had more respect for themselves, for their bodies. What is wrong with you? And then some of us have the temerity to wonder why Black men fall right in with Massa’s plans for them. When they have no one in the home to look up to, who do you think they will emulate? Why do you think gangs and violence and drugs are prevalent in Black communities all across this country? Yes, I know there is poverty, but there was poverty back in the ’60s and yet, our grandmothers never dressed the way you do, they didn’t open their legs to every man who blinked at them. We’ve come a long way and we’ve come the wrong way. Take some of the responsibility for what you produce. A culture of Black men who impregnate women and then move on without a backward glance, on to the next. A perpetuating cycle that is destructive and we see the effects every single day. And then you will have the audacity to point to a picture of those who struggled during the Civil Rights Movement and exclaim over what they tried to accomplish and you will take pride in it. For what? Because there is nothing to be proud of today, that is for certain. With the majority of your sons behind the steel bars of slavery or out in the streets selling drugs, pimping and killing and making babies that may or may not even live to grow up and turn out to be just like some ‘daddy’ they won’t even know. Yes, we’ve come the ‘wrong’ way!

Another dreamer…..

The 50th Anniversary of the Epic March on Washington

'We marched and we protested and still we are detested'....and we keep on marching, marching, marching.

‘We marched and we protested and still we are detested’….and we keep on marching, marching, marching.

…and what do we have to show for it?

•African Americans now constitute nearly 1 million of the total 2.3 million incarcerated population
•African Americans are incarcerated at nearly six times the rate of whites

Blacks bear a disproportionate share of the unemployment burden. The national jobless rate is 7.4 percent; for African Americans, it’s 13.7

The African-American and African-American child hunger and poverty rates are even greater than the national averages—sometimes nearly twice as high

In case you didn’t hear, the Department of Education released a report that essentially told many of us what we already knew: inner city schools are in a bad state. Its Office of Civil Rights’ study on college and career readiness, discipline, school finance and student retention showed that minority children face harsher discipline, have less access to rigorous high school curriculum and are taught by lower-paid and less experienced teachers.

It noted that while black males make up 18% of students, 35% were suspended once and 39% expelled.

Supreme Court Invalidates Key Part of Voting Rights Act – NYTimes

How Home Ownership Keeps Blacks Poorer Than Whites – Forbes

The Obama administration’s rules for approving student loans are causing a disproportionately large number of blacks to be denied because of blemished credit histories.

Significant statistical research exists regarding race and the death penalty, and race is an issue that continues to be at the forefront of America’s capital punishment debate. Studies have indicated that race plays a decisive role in the question of who lives and dies by execution in this country. According to some studies, race can influence which cases are chosen for capital prosecution and which prosecutors are allowed to make those decisions. Racial disparities have been shown not just in isolated instances, but in many state studies over many years.

Memphis Accuses Wells Fargo of Discriminating Against Blacks
The lawsuit, filed in federal court in Tennessee, marshaled a raft of statistics to argue that Wells Fargo offered one lending reality for whites and another for blacks.

Baltimore residents to get $2.5M from Wells Fargo settlement
Deal settles lawsuit claiming bank engaged in predatory practices
Read more: http://www.wbaltv.com/news/money/Baltimore-residents-to-get-2-5M-from-Wells-Fargo-settlement/-/9379180/15502466/-/624qc9z/-/index.html#ixzz2cwb9yRhZ

Wells Fargo deliberately steered prime borrowers into taking out subprime loans. The loans were called, “ghetto loans,” and the Black people taking out the loans were referred to as “mud people.” As a result, even churches went into foreclosure.

Emmett Louis Till (July 25, 1941 – August 28, 1955) was an African-American boy who was murdered in Mississippi at the age of 14 after reportedly flirting with a white woman.

On the evening of February 26, 2012, Trayvon Martin—an unarmed 17-year-old African American student—was confronted, shot, and killed near his home by George Zimmerman, a neighborhood watch captain in Sanford, Florida.

sources:http://www.naacp.org/pages/criminal-justice-fact-sheet
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/22black-unemployment_n_3624725html.
http://www.louisianaweekly.com/alarming-hunger-and-poverty-among-african-american-children/
http://politics365.com/2012/03/17/bad-inner-city-schools-tell-us-what-we-dont-know/
http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/answer-sheet/wp/2013/06/26/obamas-student-loan-rules-are-denying-blacks-in-disproportion…
http://www.capitalpunishmentcontext.org/issues/race
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmett_Till
http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2012/03/what-happened-trayvon-martin-explained

….and the battle against hate, injustice, racial inequality rages on 50 years later. The dream is not a reality and not likely to become a reality anytime soon. We are heading back in time. We have lost ground. We have not made many gains. The election of President Obama to the presidency is nothing to herald as Black people are failing faster all across the board since the beginning of his presidency. He has completely ignored the Black community who overwhelmingly supported him. He has thumbed his nose at everything the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., stood, marched, protested and was jailed and beaten for. He is not fit to even whisper Dr. King’s name.

Even though I wrote this poem for the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Day, I feel that it is worth posting here on the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington.

For Martin Luther King Jr., Day

People say we’ve come so far.
It all depends on who you are.

There’s been no other to fill your shoes.
Today, you’ll again make headline news.

Would you be pleased at what you see?
Is your dream a reality?

No, your dream is not alive! It crumbled into dust.
And all that’s left to show for it is just another bust.

The vibrant voice is stilled, mere echoes of the past.
Your dream did not live on, a net you tried to cast.

The battle rages on as hate will never rest.
And men who lack in courage will always fail the test.

Who rings the bell for freedom and human rights for all?
While men cease to stand and to corporations crawl.

Who will ignite the spark and watch the fire burn?
And who will just sit back and say, “no, it’s not my turn?”

Will there ever be another Martin Luther King?
Who dreamed that one day, the freedom bell would ring.

“Let freedom ring! Let freedom ring!”
It’s still a dream, Dr. Martin Luther King.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland