Give A Badge To A Skinhead, Part 2!

they want us dead and they are murdering us

Give a badge to a skinhead,
and you’ll find a Black man, dead!
If the Klan is wearing a sheet,
it’s because they’re off the beat.

Supremacy’s found a way
to save the white man’s day
with lawful killing sprees
as Black men fall to their knees.

What’s more dangerous than hate?
How about a license to annihilate
the ones it fears the most
and with each kill, it brags and boasts
of how the days never seem to change,
it’s like shooting animals on an open range.

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

As you can see, I wrote this poem back on August 11, 2014 and it would take me hours to list the statistics of Black men, women and children who have been murdered by skinheads in uniform since that time. The beat continues; just not the heartbeats of those who have been murdered by racists with a license to kill.

It has not mattered one bit that video cameras were used to film many of these murders because even with video footage, those racists with badges get off scot free. They are never held accountable for the criminal shit that they do. And the reason why they are not held accountable for it is because before those racists with a badge go out on their slave patrol killing spree, they know that the only thing they have to say is, “I feared for my life,” or “I thought he/she had a gun!” And that right there absolves them of any wrong doing and so they can kill as many Black men, women and children as they can. That is the reason why despite video camera footage, marches, protest rallies, printed signs, worn down shoe soles and hands extended in the air, the killings of Black people by racist police continues, unabated. And it will not stop because that is the sole purpose of the militarized police force in AmeriKKKa. Make no mistake, your life, my life, the lives of our children don’t matter. We have never mattered in this hell hole and we never will despite our protests and demands that BLACK LIVES MATTER! If the ‘whites’ gave a damn about Black people, do you seriously think that what has been going down since our ancestors were dragged over here, would still be going down today? You don’t have to think extremely hard over that question. You already know the answer because the answer is exactly why you are attending another protest rally; the answer is why another innocent Black man is dead and another and another and another. And don’t even bother going home from the protest because as soon as you put your sign down, you will be picking it up again.

If there is still one Black person left in AmeriKKKa to kill, the killing will continue because it is the ‘white’ man’s intent that we all die! And that is why the ‘white’ man gave a badge and a gun to a skinhead and to another one and to another and on and on it goes so that they can kill our ass! Who the fuck in so-called ‘Black communities’ is being ‘served and protected’? The only thing going down between racist KKKops and Black people is that the KKKops are serving up Black people to the morgue and protecting the ‘white’ man’s so-called ‘property’! Because we all know that his shit is ill-gotten gains; stolen from the Indians and built up by our ancestors.

When Freddie Gray was murdered by the KKKops for doing not a goddamn thing wrong, when did the National Guard get called out? The Guard was called out when you started fucking up some liquor stores and a CVS. They can’t have that. That CVS store and some goddamn liquor stores, illegally operated in areas not even zoned for liquor stores, and owned by Koreans were more important than you protesting the outright murder of Freddie Gray by racist KKKops and the ‘house negroes’ that do their dirty work for them.

And now, we have buried Philando Castile and Alton Sterling. Which one of us is next? Because make no mistake, there will be a next and a next and a next! This shit over here is so bad that other countries and nations have issued travel advisories to their citizens; warning them against coming to this racist hell hole, especially if they have a permanent tan. Now, that right there, should tell you something! This shit is off the chain and all of this is by design!

And that half and half coon head sell-out piece of shit in the White House? What has he done about any of this shit? Not a damn thing besides attending a memorial services for some KKKops that got wacked. What Black person’s funeral service or memorial service did he attend? Crickets are fucking chirping over that one because he never attended one, not one and he won’t attend yours! And those Black people that were killed were innocent, INNOCENT! And can you believe it? Philando Castile did not even have a criminal record and was licensed to carry a gun and yet the man had been racially profiled almost his entire life and so it was just a matter of time before they murdered him AND they did! Even if he had had a criminal record, how is that any reason to kill someone? It’s not! But they blame the victim every single time, ONLY when the murder victim is Black. We are ALL victims!

So once again, who next???!!!

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. –

When You Get Tired…..

break free

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. –

Our Beautiful Black Skin!

we have got to stop this from continuing to happen

Their tongues are twisted from spouting lies.
And their hollowed-out sockets contain no eyes.

The stench of their corruption is everywhere,
bringing dark-skinned people such despair.

Inside a prison and locked in a cage
are all my brothers filled with rage.

My sisters are murdered every day.
Is this any way to live? Hell no! No way!

The fork-tongued devils are on our ass.
Their see-through skin gives them a pass.

With fetid breath and acid for blood,
they seek to destroy the Negro bud.

By drenching our streets with crack cocaine.
And by dumbing us down so that we don’t use our brain.

We don’t fight back, we just raise our hands.
And supplicate ourselves; obeying their commands.

All throughout history, tell me what has changed?
We live underneath the boot of the psychotic and deranged.

They say they earned their wealth by the sweat of their brow.
We know the truth, the slaves sweated and how.

Our people built this shithole and were raped and lashed.
And to this very day, Black heads are bashed.

What other group of people would take this shit?
Who else would bow their head and take another hit?

We go down this same road, year after year,
screaming “No justice, no peace” in another deaf ear.

The soles of our shoes are worn so thin.
We so are hated for our beautiful Black skin!

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

This poem was born thanks to The Militant Negro™. One of his most recent posts really caught at my heart because what keeps happening to the Negro in Amerikkka is just SO goddamn wrong. Yet another Black man that was wrongfully convicted of a crime, spent 27 years in prison. This man was innocent and the white criminal injustice system, because this man was not white, incarcerated him on bogus ass charges and knew it. And yet, even after having spent 27 years in prison and most likely experienced untold brutalities and had atrocities committed against his person, this man actually forgave the shits that got him erroneously convicted. This man could have been sent to death row and put to death and he was innocent. Mr. Donald Eugene Gates is a more forgiving person than I could ever be. You see, when I hear or see stories such as this one, it does not fill my heart with a warm glow. It does not make me want to go to church and thank a non-existent ‘god’ for ‘keeping my spirits up’ because I don’t believe in some ‘god’ that would allow an innocent man to rot in prison for 27 years thanks to pure fucking racism, prejudice, white privilege and slavery. Yes, slavery! Because prison is just the new form of slavery. The slave patrols are out hassling Black people on a daily basis. The Klan dressed in blue or brown take off their white sheets, don those blue or brown uniforms and commence to busting caps in Black asses. And when they’re not doing that, they are imprisoning Black men, women and children on bullshit charges. They are killing them inside jail and prison walls and blaming it on their mental status. “They committed suicide.” Well there has been a goddamn rash of suicides. And some have even been handcuffed, sitting in the back of a police cruiser and somehow managed to shoot themselves in the head. Then there are the ones that conveniently find trash bags and snuff their lives out. Bullshit!

One thing about me, I am not forgiving and I don’t forget and I sure as hell don’t pretty shit up, tie a nice little bow on it and present it to my readers. Oh no! That is not my way. That is not how I roll. The shit that goes down is filthy. It is vile. It is barbaric and it is happening to people who look like me and the time to be all nice when talking about this has passed. A part of my soul that writes poetry is dead. It died from sheer misery. It died from reading about the atrocities that are committed daily against people that had the nerve to be born with a lot of melanin in their skin. That is a crime? That is punishable by death? Once again, for the motherfuckers that are slow or otherwise dumb as shit, my Black ass and every other Black person that is a descendant of African slaves did not get into a goddamn boat and row the fuck over to this shithole. Don’t think for one goddamn second that I am going to worry about hurting some motherfucker’s feelings when white asses don’t give a fuck for what goes down against Black people in this shithole every single goddamn day. And don’t even act like you don’t notice it.

No indeed, I am NOT Mr. Gates, the forgiving’ for what was done to him. AGAIN, that is not me. And the problem is that we have too many Black people who are just like Mr. Gates; worshipping some white man’s ‘god’ and being all forgiving. What has being forgiving got Black people in this shithole? In the morgue, piled sky high, that’s what it’s gotten them. It has gotten them wall-to-wall inside prison walls enriching corporate assholes; making money for the white man, same as in those good ole days of slavery that never went anywhere. And they are not going anywhere as long as Black people continue to march down the goddamn street with cap in hand to the filthy ass whites, expecting some damn justice. This is going to continue as long as we continue to just print protest sign after protest sign and beg for justice and peace. It is really working out for us, isn’t it?

Mr. Gates is in ill health. Go figure! And what he received in compensation for what he went through was an insult but the really sad part is that even though his life was deemed worthless, Mr. Gates more than likely will never get to ‘enjoy’ the millions he received for being wrongfully imprisoned for 27 years and yet, he forgave those that fabricated evidence that got him wrongfully convicted. And for that, I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry!

Freddie Gray Has Joined The Ranks!

Freddie Gray

Freddie Gray has joined the ranks
of those killed by the slave patrol.
His nightmare finally ended
in this here racist ass shithole.

The list just keeps on growing.
When will it ever stop?
One by one, we die,
while the whites, they dine and shop.

Oh, there’s a baseball game in progress.
This is inconveniencing me.
So what? A Black man’s dead!
I’ve got a game to see!

Just dump him in a ditch.
He’s Black, don’t you know.
No one will care at all.
Dead Blacks don’t stop no show!

Go protest somewhere else.
There are things I want to do.
I don’t care if his spine was severed.
Why should that matter to you?

Blacks are not even human.
Just ask the ‘founding fathers’.
They bred them just like cattle
That’s why they wore slave collars.

Freddie Gray won’t need his again.
He’s been effectively neutralized.
I have no need to join a protest
over what’s been dehumanized.

I didn’t make the rules of the game.
But I will follow them to the letter.
Freddie Gray to me was a thing.
A dead Black man, all the better.

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

The time before the last time before the time before that, I said, “We will see this again and again and we will protest and we will march and I gave it a month. I don’t even think that much time passed before another, “Here we go again!”, moment takes place!

I have been reading the reports from every source that I can find and for some strange reason, I cannot find out why Freddie Gray was chased in the first goddamn place? This man was treated worse than a dead deer; tossed into the back of a police van and carted off as if he was another hunter’s trophy and in all actuality, he was! Another notch on the belt of the racist patrols that gun down, choke, shoot or sever spines of Black people. And the citizens of Baltimore have taken to the streets just like the citizens of Ferguson, MO and the citizens of Beavercreek, Oh, and the citizens of Cleveland, OH and the citizens of New York, NY and the citizens of insert yet another city here->___.

So, let us continue to march with our signs and seek justice from the shits that are hell bent on killing us. It has been working SO well thus far, hasn’t it? And Obama had this to say, “Move along! Nothing to see here folks! Let’s ALL have a beer! He should be glad he didn’t get ‘friendly’ drone struck!” Yeah, he’s ALL heart, he is, that lying piece of hypocritical filthy ass shit!

…to be continued…..

Officials have declined to provide 911 call recordings related to Gray’s arrest or injury, citing the open investigation, and police have declined to provide dispatch recordings that would contain any conversations between officers and dispatchers while Gray was in custody. The timeline for when and where the van stopped remains incomplete, and no time has been provided for the van’s last stop, back on North Avenue for another pickup before its arrival at the Western District police station.

When Gray was taken out of the van, Rodriguez said, “he could not talk and he could not breathe.”

Beyond damage to his spinal cord, Gray had a crushed voice box.

At 9:24 a.m., officers called a medic to the Western District station, reporting that Gray was in “serious medical distress.”

Paramedics responded, spent 21 minutes treating Gray at the station, and arrived at Maryland Shock Trauma Center — where Gray would fall into a coma and die a week later — at 10 a.m.


Black folks, keep expecting whites to ‘feel’ your pain! They won’t because they are not even human! You better act like you know! This shit ain’t playing with you! Marching and waving signs around ain’t doing you a goddamn bit of good and you can’t understand that by now? What the fuck?

As the breakaway group reached Camden Yards, where the Baltimore Orioles were scheduled to play the Boston Red Sox on Saturday night, they were met by police officers in riot gear. There were reports of damage to some cars parked at the baseball stadium.

As protesters blocked the corner of Pratt and Light Streets, a major downtown intersection, the Baltimore Police Department urged demonstrators to remain peaceful. Its Twitter feed reported “isolated pockets of people from out of town causing disturbances downtown.”

Black folks, remember, you can NOT disrupt traffic for the white motherfuckers trying to reach Camden Yards to see the Orioles and the Red Sox because a dead Black man don’t mean shit to them! Never fucking think it! And don’t forget to look real closely at the picture of Freddie Gray! He was the goddamn big and scary Black man weighing in at a whopping 145 pounds! Oh! And he had a switchblade, so they say! Yeah! Uh huh!

Malcolm X, How We Need You!

Malcolmx3

Malcolm X, how we need you.
The movement now is dead,
and the slaves are in the pen.
Black power has all but fled.

What’s left are Uncle Toms,
and coons that play the fool.
They bow down before ole Massa,
and for his scraps, they all but drool.

There is none throughout this land
that can spit your fire and truth.
And the sad fact of the matter is,
we refuse to protect our youth.

With a half and half in the White House,
the movement is tagged and bagged.
And with bootlicking in the halls of justice,
the Black man’s voice is bound and gagged.

They all stand idly by,
and watch their numbers dwindle.
There is no man among these men,
that could a movement, kindle.

They look around and wait,
for a savior to light the way.
And when they’re shot or sent to jail,
they just stare in mute dismay.

Oh Malcolm X, we know you’re gone,
and we will never see your like.
Today, our men tremble in fear,
while the militants are out on strike.

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

“Any time Uncle Sam, with all his machinery for warfare, is held to a draw by some rice eaters, he’s lost the battle. He had to sign a truce. America’s not supposed to sign a truce. She’s supposed to be bad. But she’s not bad any more. She’s bad as long as she can use her hydrogen bomb, but she can’t use hers for fear Russia might use hers. Russia can’t use hers, for fear that Sam might use his. So, both of them are weapon-less. They can’t use the weapon because each [country’s] weapon nullifies the other’s. So the only place where action can take place is on the ground. And the white man can’t win another war fighting on the ground. Those days are over. The black man knows it, the brown man knows it, the red man knows it, and the yellow man knows it. So they engage him in guerrilla warfare. That’s not his style. You’ve got to have heart to be a guerrilla warrior, and he hasn’t got any heart.”

“It takes heart to be a guerrilla warrior because you’re on your own. In conventional warfare you have tanks and a whole lot of other people with you to back you up—planes over your head and all that kind of stuff. But a guerrilla is on his own. All you have is a rifle, some sneakers and a bowl of rice, and that’s all you need—and a lot of heart.”

– Malcolm X

And ‘heart’ is exactly what we are losing even though we know that America ain’t about shit when it comes to hand-to-hand combat and that is why drones were invented because whites can’t fight up close and personal and win. And even with using drones, ISIS is still kicking ass and will continue to do so while Black bodies pile up at the morgue in America and Black women will continue to moan and wail over the demise of their sons and daughters. We don’t have what it takes and now, we never will. We should be fucking shit up over here but all we do is raise our hands in the air and march down the goddamn street begging some white motherfucker to give us the same goddamn rights that are afforded to the whites by the Constitution. So, do you still think that the Constitution and the Bill of Rights pertain to you, Black man and Black woman? And since they don’t apply to you, they sure as hell don’t apply to your children. But go ahead! Sign up to go and fuck with ISIS or fuck up the Iraqi people some more and continue to disturb the goddamn peace in Afghanistan and if they send your ass to Libya, you’re in for it ’cause it’s off the goddamn chain, thanks to the good ole red, white and blue and bully NATO.

You are marching because some white motherfucker shot and killed your son or daughter because the whites are afraid of you. That is why they don’t bother to get up close and personal, they just shoot you from 300 yards away. That is why police departments all across this shithole have requested and received militarized weaponry from warzones because they want to launch a grenade all up your ass from miles away. Next, they’re going to be drone striking your ass because that’s what the whites are doing to every other Black and Brown body all across this planet. Malcolm X warned you in ways too numerous to count and when he died, all of his fire and spirit and truth and action died and was buried with him and now, we just quote him and protest and march against the next murder of one of our own by racist ass cops. That’ll show ’em!

Twelve Days!

homeless sign

No, I am not writing about the ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ and I am sure that by now, the majority of my readers know that I do not celebrate most holidays. Halloween is the only holiday, dear to my heart, for my own selfish reasons. I know, imagine me being selfish, but I digress. The twelve days that I am referring to here is the fact that I am now twelve days from participating in The Homeless March, a march that takes place every December to honor the poor souls who died for lack of a home.

While people around the world are gearing up to max their credit cards out, indebt themselves to banks, shove, trample and bash people over the head for a ‘smartphone’, there are those who, can you believe it? Lack a home! And die! So, while you are speeding down the highway on a crash course into holiday madness, I will dress in layers, don my sturdy boots and muffler with my knit cap and proceed to grab a sign, any sign; the first sign I come to, lift it up and carry it for a few miles, trudging through the snow. I will carry it past brightly lit restaurants and glance in at people sipping wine and dining out, having fun and poking into each others shopping bags to have a peek at what great gift is intended for a special someone. Then, I’ll sigh and keep moving, lest I stumble into the person in front of me, also carrying a sign. We will brave the frigid temperatures and think that we are doing something, but we’re really not. This is all just a symbolic gesture. It really is. Because who am I really kidding? Myself? Hardly! Since, I am no longer naïve as I once was. I no longer believe in the inherent goodness of humanity. I have lost my faith in the decency of mankind. What has replaced it you ask? Good that you want to know because that means that one or two of you have managed to unplug yourselves from the ‘Matrix’, or are you just bored because it is SO cold out? Or could it be that you anxiously await that ski vacation that you have been promised will be underneath your Christmas tree this year. Congrats! No, I mean it. It is important that you have the means to go skiing. Think of the fun that you will have as you step off the lift and head for that high slope, the rush and thrill of besting ‘Killer’s Leap’.

I will wonder if the ‘deceased’ named in the sign that I carry ever went skiing? Did they ever sit in an upscale restaurant and sip wine amongst friends and fellow shoppers? Did they ever enjoy the feeling of being thought of as a person and not merely labeled, a ‘vagrant’, a ‘cast-off’, an ‘unwanted’ ‘the homeless dead’ ‘a name and an age on a sign’? I will wonder if they ever felt valued as a member of the ‘human’ race or if in their last days above ground, they could ever recall, there actually having been a ‘human’ race to remember? I will wonder if they ever enjoyed the ‘holidays’? Or were they always touted out by charities to encourage more donations and then after the holidays, relegated to the back door ‘homeless’ entrance since their ‘usefulness’ will be over, that is until next year. It matters not to the charities whether or not that particular ‘homeless’ person will be there next year or not because it is a well known fact that society does more to encourage homelessness than to discourage it.

And I bet you thought that this one was going to be all mushy about celebrating the twelve days of Christmas and how I intend to get a ‘partridge in a pear tree’. No, I will save the celebrating for those who think they have it all or shall I say, everything that credit cards can buy. Unfortunately, credit cards cannot buy what they really need; selflessness, kindness, compassion, empathy, decency, a soul, a heart.

What has replaced my lost faith in the decency of mankind? The sign that I will carry in twelve days!

As I march and trudge through snow,
up ahead, I see a glow.
Around a little fire,
the homeless built a pyre,
to mourn another loss.
And so they carve another cross.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland