History Has Taught You Nothing!

I refuse to shed another tear.
Not one more tear will come
though I try to feel the pain
I am completely numb.

The ties that used to bind me
are no longer strong and true.
I have cried too many times
and I am tired, I’m done, I’m through.

How many times I’ve poured my heart
into writing about our plight
while we lie down and crawl
and never put up a fight.

We are gunned down and choked to death
and we just march and sigh.
But what we fail to realize
is that they want us all to die.

You cannot grasp or understand
that your life will never matter.
And regardless of what you do
like a mirror, your dreams, they’ll shatter.

You tell yourself that if you play
by the rules of those that hate,
somehow, someway, you’ll get by
if only you’ll assimilate.

Adopt their customs, accept their god
and believe the lies they tell.
History has taught you nothing
for they have deceived you well.

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

So! She Wants To Be Black!

What’s the big deal? If Rachel Dolezal wants to pretend to be Black, then let her ‘enjoy’ all the privileges and benefits that go along with being Black. She can get her ass kicked by the police just like we do. She can get steered to a subprime mortgage loan and lose her home just like we did. She can be the last hired and the first fired just like we are. She can be locked up for more years just for being Black just like we are. She can be followed around a store just like we are. Why should we enjoy all of the benefits of being Black and not let any other group into our elite circle? If Rachel Dolezal wants to deny the fact that she is white and would rather insist that she have crosses burned in her yard, why should we have a problem with that? If she does not have a problem in being called, a ‘thug’, then I say, “You go girl!”

Why is everybody so bent out-of-shape over this? It is not the end of the world. Worse things are happening everyday beyond the fact of a mere white woman posing as a Black woman. If she wants to become the object of ridicule, then more power to her. If she would rather have to fight and claw her way up from fry cook to cashier, then let her. Oh! My bad! She is the president of the local chapter of the NAACP in Spokane, WA. Surprise! Surprise! First the Donald Sterling incident and now this. The NAACP just cannot get its act together and of course the NAACP is standing with Rachel Dolezal on this because she has been of much help to the Black community and the NAACP insists that the organization is inclusive of all people regardless of race, ethnicity, color, creed, gender or religious affiliation and so if that is the case, then Rachel Dolezal had no need to hide the fact that she is white. The NAACP would have accepted her anyway, so why the need for subterfuge?

If Ms. Dolezal wants to help Black people, fine. But she did not have to pretend to BE Black in order to do so. Whatever her reasons for denying who she truly is, they are hers to know. But she can never truly know what it is like to be a Black woman just as I cannot know what it is like to be a white woman. If the shit gets too hot to handle for Ms. Dolezal to continue with the charade, she can give it up at any time by handing the spray tan bottle back to House Speaker John Boehner, shed the curly perm and demand that the police get her parents down to the jail and bail her the fuck out because goddamn it, she ain’t Black and therefore, did not deserve to be arrested for spitting on the goddamn sidewalk. Meanwhile, the Black women that remain behind bars are getting unholy hell beat out of them as they cannot call on their ‘white’ parents to head off what’s coming.

Rachel Dolezal, shame on you! And to the NAACP, it would do the organization much good in attempting to polish a much tarnished image by going down to the jail and standing up for the countless true women of color that are cooling their heels on bullshit ass charges! Members of the NAACP, get up off your tired asses and actually DO something about the plight of REAL Black folks in America instead of standing by a fake ass privileged white liar!

I Am Privileged Because I’m white!

Tell me what to do.
Show me what to buy.
I have no imagination.
And I don’t question, “Why?”

There is an angel on TV,
so pale with wings of gold,
and not much else, I see.
That’s how we are controlled.

On the evening news,
they shot a Black man dead.
He was such a big Black brute,
I’m surprised his blood was red.

There’s a child with a pellet gun.
The cops are on the scene.
They shot him in cold blood.
He’s Black; that kill was clean.

I’ve done my nine to five.
And homeward bound am I.
There goes a homeless man,
why don’t those people die?

The billboards scream at me.
And I look at all the news.
I have no thoughts to own.
Inside my head, insert your views.

Tell me who to hate,
and you know it will be done.
Repeat and play it back.
Don’t pause, just hit rerun.

Shield me from the world.
Tune me in to mindless drivel.
For my brain, I have no use.
And like a penis, it will shrivel.

They’ve got a pump for that,
so I can masturbate to porn.
I don’t need to think or feel.
Inside a tube, my seed is born.

There is nothing I can’t do.
I take such great delight,
that I was not born Black.
I am privileged because I’m white!

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

It’s All Done By Design!

When white men get beheaded,
it’s off to war we go.
They won’t ever behead Black men.
‘Cause even ISIS ain’t that slow.

Would ISIS behead a Black man?
If so, they’d need a new plan.
They know America wouldn’t go to war.
Are you kidding? What the hell for?

So even ISIS knows the deal,
that’s why no Black man did they kill.
Didn’t a white man’s chopped-off head,
cause hate for Muslims to spread?

To all Black men in the U. S.A.
don’t look at ISIS with dismay.
There’d be no ransom paid for you,
but you know that’s nothing new!

These are made-up enemies,
and for this year’s nominees,
ISIS went to the head of the line,
and it’s all done by design.

The media played its part,
’cause Americans ain’t real smart.
They sent a white man to sell this war,
and it worked just like before.

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

Black men in America, this is one thing that you don’t have to worry about, getting beheaded by a made-up enemy by your so-called ‘government.’ They know how to get the American sheeple stirred up and there would have been no support for this war on Iraq and Syria if some Black journalists had gone and got themselves beheaded. This shit in America know just how to get people in line and as I’ve said, it works every time ’cause Americans are stupid and that ain’t about to change!

“I’m Off To Kill Another One!”

I’ve got blood soaked hands and I don’t care.
There are bullet riddled bodies lying everywhere.

The blood of the Black man, I know is inferior.
I am still his master and therefore, superior.

When I shoot, I aim to kill and I’ll stand for nothing less.
Now, send in forensics to clean up the mess.

I leave them lying on the street like a dog that’s put down.
They’re not people like me; the Black and the Brown.

“I feared for my life,” that old adage, I use.
It works every time and my badge I never lose.

When their bodies jerk and twitch, I foam at the mouth.
I get a call from the skinheads that are way down south.

They thank me profusely for a job well done.
If the suspect is Black, I’m off to kill another one.

You are fine with what I do because I get away with killing.
From the whites there is no uproar because it’s Black blood that I’m spilling.

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

IT

IT is for sale, this product that we stole.
A prime specimen IT is, too bad IT lacks a soul.

Built for picking cotton and you can rape IT late at night,
and if you want to lash ITS back, you can do so; that’s your right.

Beat IT and chain IT and fetter ITS hands and feet.
Strip IT when you sell IT and give me a receipt.

I’m ITS master and ITS my slave from now until the end,
this product out of Africa and from all that shall descend.

For centuries, we’ve enslaved IT and we cannot break ITS spirit.
There is naught else we can do and that is why we kill IT.

Pass laws to stop ITS movements, make IT beg and make IT crawl.
And watch us gun IT down as IT bleeds out when IT falls.

IT should know that we’re ITS owner and a slave IT’ll always be.
There’s only one way this will end because we’ll never set IT free.

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

I’m not your ‘IT’ motherfuckers!

Stand In Solidarity With You? HA!

I am going to do a complete about face and I am going to stand in solidarity with the white motherfuckers who are now fucked up and ain’t hardly liking it. I am going to stand in solidarity with them because they stood in solidarity with me.

When I lost my job because I was the last person to get hired and when the economy tanked, I was the first person to get laid off. You white motherfuckers stood in solidarity with me. You told the boss, “that ain’t hardly fair! She’s such a hard worker. If you fire her, you’ve got to fire me too. We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When my credit took a nosedive because I lost my job and couldn’t pay the rent and was homeless with my two kids, you white motherfuckers stood in solidarity with me. You spoke up and said, “those goddamn credit reports are hurting those who have lost their jobs. It ain’t hardly right and we’re standing in solidarity to protest the foulness of that shit because shit happens to good people. We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When I had to get on public assistance because I couldn’t find a job and my kids were failing in school because shelter life ain’t easy, you white motherfuckers stood in solidarity with me. You didn’t belittle me and call me a ‘freeloading, Cadillac driving welfare queen who couldn’t keep her legs closed.” You went to bat for me. You saw that I was just about broken and with your relentless reaching out on my behalf to city and state officials, I was able to pull myself up with the aid of the assistance that I had to take while trying to get back on my feet. You said, “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When the police brutally beat my teenage son, put him in a wheelchair simply because they could, you white motherfuckers stood in solidarity with me. You didn’t turn your back when you saw the beatings and heard of the outright murders that were perpetrated against other young Black men by racist ass cops. You stood in solidarity with me because you knew that shit was wrong. “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When you white motherfuckers saw that my nieces and nephews were not getting a decent education and the new catch phrase became, “the school to prison pipeline,” you weren’t okay with that. You loudly voiced your disgust at what was purposely being done to Black communities all across this country. You stood in solidarity with me because you know that shit just ain’t right. “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When you saw the incarceration statistics for young Black men caught up in the ‘for profit prison industrial complex’ over selling some dime bags of weed, you raised such a hue and cry, they let ‘em go. You stood in solidarity with me. “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When you saw the national unemployment rate inch down and yet the unemployment rate for Black people remained in the double digits, you decried the foulness of that shit. You said, “goddamn it! Crime is high in the Black neighborhoods because unemployment is so goddamn high! Something needs to be done!” You stood in solidarity with me. “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

When you saw the abject poverty in Black communities all across this country, you…uh…never mind, you’re scared to come into the ‘hood’, but I am sure that you stood in solidarity with me. “We’re standing in solidarity together!”

Now, let’s fast forward to 2008 when the economy was collapsing and people were losing their homes and the Wall Street criminals were bailed out and then we began to hear about the ‘middle class’ getting fucked up. I went to pick up the phone because you had stood in solidarity with me throughout all of my troubling times but when I tried to find a number to call in the ‘solidarity group’ that had stood beside me, there were only blank pages!

When did you stand in solidarity with me? When did you ever give a goddamn about the problems that have plagued Black communities and just why the fuck are there so many ‘Black’ communities and not just ‘communities’ if we stand in solidarity together? Surely, you live right beside me because we’ve been in this all along, haven’t we? We stood together, side by side against those who have been oppressing my ass all along. Uh…no, we haven’t stood together in solidarity because my problems were never made your problems until now and now, I’m to stand in solidarity with you? Hell if that’s so!

We’ve had our ass handed to us and then some and now you want me to stand in solidarity with you because you’re just now starting to feel the impact of some shit that’s been finally let loose on YOUR ass? Ain’t gonna happen! Over a million of our Black men are in prison. We are segregated just as we’ve always been. We’re still suffering from the effects of disenfranchisement, rampant unemployment, extreme poverty, drug addiction, racism, bigotry and hate, but now, you want some solidarity? Ha! That IS funny! You left me to make it or not on my own and that is exactly where YOU stand. Make it or get broken by it because it don’t hardly matter to me what happens to you! You’ll get from me as much ‘solidarity’ as you gave me, nada! I’ve figured out what I need to do and now it’s YOUR turn! Figure it out!

Hate!

My hatred of you intensifies every single day.
“Hate is self-destructive,” is all you have to say.

To hell with your hypocrisy for you are one to talk.
With put-on airs of sainthood, when have you walked the walk?

I’m not treated as your equal; I’ve only been a tool.
Your shit stops here with me; I will never be your fool.

If you sling hate long enough, just watch and it will stick.
And no matter what you do to me, my color would be my pick.

Don’t lecture me on hate and what it will propagate.
What your hate of me has sown are more fertile seeds of hate.

When those who look like me were imprisoned everyday
And those who look like you just turned the other way.

When I was not employed because my skin was just too dark,
you fueled the flames of hate in me; you lit the final spark.

You planted all these seeds and now you get to watch them grow.
Your house of cards will soon collapse just like a domino.

Oh, don’t tell me how surprised you are as that would be a lie.
You can bet on your nasty ass, my hate for you will never die.

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

Black people in America are often denied jobs and home loans based solely on their skin color. Black people in America are locked out and have been locked out of the ‘middle class’ since the end of slavery and have been subjected to every indignity the white man could heap on them and still they bear the brunt of what occurs during every depression; every economic shit storm. Black people have been suffering and are suffering and with no end in sight, but now that the whites are experiencing ‘difficulties’, every fucking where you turn, all you hear about is ‘income inequality’. Where has the outrage about Black ‘income inequality’ been? Why has that shit never mattered?

It hasn’t fucking mattered until it started to impact whites. “Awww, Susie White, you’ve got to move out of your McMansion because you lost that good paying job and your fucking nice ass income along with it and now you’re ‘slaving away’ at Micky Ds flipping some goddamn burgers for $7.25 an hour?!! Ain’t that a shame, oh what a shame that is! Goddamn it! We need some damn ‘income equality’ all up in here right now, goddamn it!!” But when poor Black mom and her two kids in the hood were sleeping with the cockroaches for decades, who fucking gave a shit? Not a one of y’all white motherfuckers who are now wailing and screeching about fucking ‘income inequality’. Well, fucking suck it up and deal with it ’cause you ain’t hardly hit rock bottom yet. Oh not at all. And when the goddamn cockroaches become your bedmates, you’re fucking gonna get to screaming that much more louder. And I’m buying earplugs, ’cause I don’t hardly want to hear the goddamn fuss you’re gonna kick up! Squash ’em! And shut the fuck up about your ‘income inequality’ when you didn’t give a damn about that shit when it wasn’t fucking up YOUR goddamn day!

Stop ‘Yer’ Sniffling!

There is extreme wonderment over why Black folks are seemingly still enamored of Barack Obama in spite of what is perceived as his complete and utter disregard for their plight. An epiphany has hit my ass over all of this. It’s all quite simple to explain really.

You see, deep down Black folks know that ain’t a goddamn piece of shit walking is gonna do a damn thing to relieve neither their plight nor their suffering. Hell! It’s been going on for hundreds of years in this shithole called America. Why should anything change because a Black face is in the White House? Why the fuck should that shit matter? We know HE ain’t running this here show! And you know it too! But he’s gonna get the blame because he’s front and center and Black folks have always been such an easy ass target for the blue-eyed devils, so goddamn easy!

Black folks took a look around and they see that the blue-eyed devils are now pissing and moaning, whining and complaining, more so than ever before about that damn Black man in the White House who is just fucking up their America. What the fuck does he think he’s doing and just who the fuck does he think he is? He’s the goddamn president, but that don’t really mean a damn thing because his strings are being pulled and don’t the blue-eyed devils know this, but they won’t hardly lay the blame where it belongs. Oh no! They’d rather not admit that they’ve been sold down the river Styx by other blue-eyed devils. It was fine when shit was happening to the Black and Brown population. But, hell no! That shit ain’t fine now ‘cause it’s happening to the blue-eyed devils too.

So, white motherfuckers, keep crying and wailing and wringing your goddamn hands over that Black man in the White House, puppet Obama, because your blue-eyed devils ain’t hardly finished with him finishing YOU! It ain’t personal. It’s just business and now their business is with you!

Go ahead, puppet Obama! Continue with the penning of those executive orders because you don’t hardly care that the blue-eyed devils hate you. Hell! The blue-eyed devils have been doing that shit all along. That ain’t hardly nothing new. Of course, they’ve got to blame you because the alternative is just too much for them to bear see, ‘cause they don’t hardly want to blame your handlers ‘cause that would mean that some blue-eyed devils are fucking up other blue-eyed devils. And they know that that shit means, game over. Oh yeah, game fucking over!

So, read the fucking writing on the goddamn wall and weep! They’re gonna fuck your white ass on up outta here so that you’re sitting along side my Black ass. They’ve unleashed the neo-Nazis on every goddamn ass; Black, Brown and white. They want you blue-eyed devils just as broke as the Black and Brown population and you know what? It’s working. Now, come sit your broke ass down here next to mine underneath this here underpass and stop yer sniffling. After all, it was only material shit, wasn’t it?

Oh, and before I forget, ‘climate change’ was also put into play by, yep…you guessed it, the blue-eyed devils. Fucking deal with it ’cause you motherfuckers are causing your own demise and every fucking body else’s! Now suck it!

I Feel Your Pain! LMAO!

White supremacist house was spray painted, “Black Is Back!”
LMAO!

http://thesecularjurist.wordpress.com/2013/11/24/how-ironic-white-supremacist-home-defaced-by-racist-graffiti-after-revelations-about-his-african-dna/

Robert, thanks for posting this one as I have just got to have some fun with it. This message is for the ‘white supremacist’ dude who found out that he has African DNA. LMAO!!!

Dude, I feel your pain! As you can tell from my picture, I thought that I was Black and at one time, I defined myself as a Black supremacist, that is until a family reunion turned up so many white folks, I thought that I had mistakenly found my way to a ‘skin head’ rally. I was shocked and I wrote to the ‘Sopra Dimfrey Show’ and requested DNA testing because I no longer knew who I was. I had gone on for so many years, thinking that I was Black, a member of the superior race of people who hate anybody not looking like us. I denounced white folks day in and day out. I even donned a black sheet with eye slits and paraded up and down the streets shouting, “down with ‘crackas’, up with Black pride.” I went so far as to spray paint a neighbor’s house with the following message: “get out, we don’t want no ‘crackas’ here!” I moved into a ‘gated community’ to get away from those trashy whites who were bringing down the neighborhood and would you believe it? Those nasty ass whites followed me into my exclusive gated community. Unbelievable! How could they let such trash into gated communities? That was beyond the end of enough. I decided that I was going to take matters into my own hands and form a Black supremacy group that would go out and terrorize white folks and show them how hated and despised they were. I put up signs stating that this town was a “‘Blacks only town’ white trash get out!”

Nothing worked! Those nasty ass crackas just kept on moving in and destroying my Utopian neighborhood with their Starbucks on every damn corner and a goddamn dog park. Seriously! I’m like, “you crackas take better care of your dogs than you do most patients at a hospital.”

So, after going on the ‘Sopra Dimfrey’ Show, the bad news came back. DNA proved that I was, gasp! White!!! To say that I was shocked is THE understatement of the year! Every belief that I had held about myself as being superior was gone. When I got back to my community, someone had defaced my property with graffiti stating, “white trash, get out!” I was stunned! The next thing I know, I get a new census form and a letter accompanying it advising me to check all appropriate ethnicity boxes. What the hell!!! I couldn’t believe this shit! Someone had even checked the box ‘Caucasian’ for me.

Dude, my life ain’t been the same. Since DNA proved that I was white, I get credit cards in the mail. My credit score shot through the roof. I was invited on the Rush Limpballs show. John Mayer wants to date me. I was offered a job by George W. Bush, paying seven figures and the work was so easy, I was suspicious because how many people get paid seven figures to just listen to their boss say, “I did not commit war crimes.” I even met Twit Cheney and guess what, he shook my hand. Now, when Twit Cheney shakes your hand and introduces you to his friends at Haliburton, you just know that you got to be all THE shit! Male models are vying to ride shotgun with me. I get into the VIP section in restaurants. I’m invited to join country clubs. A whole damn world opened up for me that I had never known existed and all because of a goddamn DNA test that proved I was ‘white’. Damn! I guess I should not complain that I am no longer accepted by my brothers and sisters in the Black Supremacist Group. They said that I am just too damn white for them! It still hurts, but I gotta say, the perks I get for being ‘white’ more than make up for that shit. So dude, I know that you are ‘Black’ now, but hey! Since I’m in this great position, I’m gonna help you out. You can be http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Butler! Hey! Don’t cry! It beats plantation life!

And Dude, remember this excerpt from a poem I came across!

“Why hate me for MY complexion?”
“This could have been YOUR reflection!”

Oops! Damn! My bad! I forgot we traded places. You’re now Black and I’m white! I guess it’s something to ‘what goes around comes around’ after all, eh? Now, stop crying, willya??? Just because you got my credit score and I’ve got yours, you’ll still be able to buy a car. Just go to this website.

Buy Your Dream Car—for Less Than $6000
http://www.popularmechanics.com/cars/news/vintage-speed/buy-your-dream-car-for-less-than-6000#slide-4

I’ve already called ahead for you. I got you the hook-up! The dealership, because I sent you, is gonna throw in a brand spanking new 8-track tape player, a steering wheel AND brakes! Life is getting better for you by the minute! Now, buck up!