I Feel Your Pain! LMAO!

White supremacist house was spray painted, "Black Is Back!" 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!

Freshly Pressed Bullshit Award!

freshly pressed bullshit

Not too many moons ago, I published a blog post titled: https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/10/16/todays-search-engine-terms/.

However, from this day forward, the stand-out searches will be given a new status, my version of ‘Freshly Pressed Bullshit!

First up we have,

my ex is a homeless prostitute

Now, there were two comments associated with this Freshly Pressed Bullshit! However, I am refraining from posting them since it is my belief that it was just plain old bullshit. Yo, if I am wrong, accept my sincerest apologies, but why would you feel the need to type in a search about your ‘ex being a homeless prostitute’? Yo, what’s up with that? I am sure that you don’t mind my calling you Yo as that is the name you chose. I admit that I do admire someone who is short and to the point, but in all honesty, even that is  just a teeny bit too short for my taste. If you want to be taken seriously and not relegated to the ‘bullshit’ pile, then by all means, try and pretend that you actually really did give a shit about your most likely non-existent ‘ex’ who, according to you is now a ‘homeless prostitute’ that you still care so much for.

One thing that I must state is that https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/09/17/the-homeless-prostitute/ IS a favorite, most definitely. But so far, you, Yo, are the first to ‘like’ it to a new extreme level. For some of you, just the word, ‘prostitute’ stirs you into a frenzy. I am aware of that, but as much as I have no empathy for potential Johns, I do want you to know that I took you seriously enough to give you a new status, that of, Freshly Pressed Bullshit! Enjoy your new fame.

Next, we have a search term that so enraged me that I thought that I would spontaneously combust, but thankfully water is still in abundance and I simply opened my mouth and inserted a water hose(“Yo, don’t even go there!”) and thankfully, that brought my temperature back down to normal. This is what got my goat up!

city lights skin lightener

This one was a search from Ethiopia and I must say that I am deeply saddened that most likely some beautiful, dark skinned Ethiopian woman has bought into the “I am ashamed of my complexion and I must lighten this ‘cursed’ skin of mine!” I know that what I say/write/speak falls on ears that will not hear and eyes that will not see the forest for the trees, but I refuse to give up and give in. I cannot stress it enough to you Miss Ethiopia, that no matter how ‘light’ you manage to eventually become by using your ‘city lights skin lightener’, you will NEVER be ‘light’ enough for the whites that you so wish to emulate. You are fighting an extremely uphill battle if you are so delusional that you think that it will make one hill o’ beans worth of difference to them if you put ‘cream in your coffee’. If I have said it once, I have said it a thousand times, do not judge yourself by the dictates of a fucked up society that is hell bent on making you think that because of your skin color, you are nothing. Just because it is not your complexion that is plastered all over the front of ‘their’ magazines and many of ‘ours’, does not negate the fact that your beautiful dark skin is just that, beautiful. Stop buying the bullshit, city lights skin lightener, and stop buying ‘into’ the bullshit! Your self-hatred is something that you need to deal with and no amount of skin lightener is going to help you with that. Put the magazines down! Develop friendships with positive-minded people if it is those around you who are telling you to ‘lighten’ up as that is THE only way that you will be perceived as beautiful. So not true!

And lastly, Miss Ethiopia, please read my poemhttps://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/11/17/shes-a-nubian-queen/. You were my inspiration for that because when I saw your search engine term, just seeing that brought tears of frustration to my eyes that we have been so programmed to hate the color of our own skin, to hate our hair texture, to look into a mirror and turn away in disgust. Look at what we have allowed those who, like I have stated before, will burn themselves to death to look like you and yet, you turn around and ‘bleach’ yourself to try to look like them! Seriously? Ask yourself this question, “why are whites so hell bent on as they claim, ‘tanning themselves’ to the point where they actually risk being diagnosed with melanoma, skin cancer? Think about that while you digest the fact that you have made it onto the Freshly Pressed Bullshit award list!

And the awards continue!

homeless black cock sex blog

Now, I don’t even know where to begin with this one! Sigh….!!! What I encounter when I blog, have mercy!!! If there is a ‘homeless black cock’ somewhere needing sex, please ‘blog’ about it so that this ‘person’ can find you and you can put this award winner out of his/her misery. Apparently, I am now to do public service announcements. The bulletin board here now has an advertisement for a ‘homeless black cock’ for sex! Congratulations, you are a recipient of the Freshly Pressed Bullshit award! Enjoy your newfound celebrity status.

Last, but not least!

funny poems about niggers

Hmmm! What to say about this one! I certainly hope that you got all that you bargained for when you read,https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/09/30/nigger/. I can only hope and pray for fools and to that, I call on the good Reverend to please give a sermon.

“Good morning! Good morning! This is the first time that I have had the pleasure of addressing the ‘blog’ world and I must say that I am disheartened. What the hell?!!!! It is too damn early in the morning for some stupid nonsense from some hatin’ ass shit! Can I get an Amen?!!!! Yes, indeed!  Now then, where was I? Oh, someone wants some ‘funny poems about niggers’, eh? Well, well, well, ‘funny poems about niggers’. My, my, my, this calls for some cogitation. As you all are aware, I was recently invited as guest speaker at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’ and I feel that I should give you a  recap on that event and you can find it here,https://shelbycourtland.wordpress.com/2013/11/14/and-the-good-reverend-speaks-revival-time/. Now, when you read this, you will find that the Grand Lizard, formerly known as the Grand Wizard was left without a tongue. No need to thank me, I was just doing a public service. I am still receiving ‘thank’ you cards on that one! Hallelujah!! Apparently, Grand Lizard, since he is unable to speak and since I neglected to break all 10 of his fingers(how remiss of me), has taken to getting his ‘fix’ so to speak from the internet. In his defense, and I know that sounds funny especially when recalling what occurred, but those of Grand Lizard’s type have such small brains that they must try and compensate for this by attempting to belittle another ethnic group and continue to perpetuate their deliberately misguided belief that they are all the SHIT, when in fact, they are nothing more than actual SHIT!”

“Brother Thlug!”

“Yes, Reverend Courtland?”

“Did you find ANYTHING funny about my poem, titled, ‘Nigger’?”

“No, Reverend Courtland, I did not and to be quite honest, I thought that it was most enlightening especially for those like Grand Lizard and please, if I may be so bold, try not to be upset with yourself for not breaking Grand Lizard’s fingers. As you know, I am not only a world renowned body builder, but also I was in the Secret Service and you did one hell of a job fucking Grand Lizard up!”

“Thank you for that Brother Thlug! You know how I hate to do anything ‘half-assed’. But I was wondering, do you think that this search engine term could have been typed in by Grand Lizard? I didn’t check to see if he made it out of the fire when all hell broke loose at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’.”

“Reverend, I have heard you say more times than I can count that, ‘the devil protects his own’. Trust me, Grand Lizard made it out and while we were talking, I did some research and found that the trail leads back to him. As you know Sister KnowItAll corresponded with him when making the arrangements for you to speak at the ‘Former White Sheet Baptist Church’ and a friend of mine works for the NSA. So, yes, I can state with a certainty that the person who used that search term was Grand Lizard.”

“Brother Thlug, thank you so much for that information. But do you think he received what he was seeking?”

“Reverend, surely you jest?!”

“Brother Thlug, whether or not he ‘saw the light’ so to speak, he got more than he bargained for, eh?”

“Indeed he did, Reverend, indeed he did!”

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Thank you Reverend for your input! Let me just conclude that for those of you who are so delusional, sick and filled with hate that you think you are somehow superior to others because of your skin color, let me just remind you that “there but for the grace of God, go I!” If you can hate someone based on what they have no control over, then what do you think that says about you? Yes, I am going to call your shit out when I see it and expose the fact that snakes like you slither and hiss around the internet and deposit your poisonous venom, but you’ll get no takers here because I saw you coming. I know that you exist and when you bring it, I’ll throw your shit right back at you! Catch! Here’s your (re)award-Freshly Pressed Bullshit Award, awarded to the Grand Lizard! Nice going! Tonight, when you don your ‘white sheet’ and sit up looking ridiculous with the rest of your ‘homies’, you can tell them that you won a prestigious award, Freshly Pressed Bullshit!

Stay tuned for the next installment of Freshly Pressed Bullshit!, the shit that’s always fresh!!!

And for all the racists out there, cogitate over this!

A Reflection On My Complexion

 

I was born with a permanent tan.

And if I do the best I can,

I still get called a name.

Why must I take the blame?

 

I had no say when I was born.

So, I don’t understand your scorn.

Why hate me for my complexion?

This could have been your reflection.

 

I will not let you break me down,

solely because my skin is Brown.

Even if I’m solid Black,

there’s not one human trait I lack.

 

Throw caution to the wind.

Reach out, you’d find a friend.

I bleed the same as you.

And smile when you do too.

 

We’re all just one big race.

Trying hard to find our place.

In the grander scheme of things,

strive for love and what it brings.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

I Am Cursed!

Definition of Nubian:  a member of one of the group of dark-skinned peoples that formed a powerful empire between Egypt and Ethiopia from the 6th to the 14th centuries.

Definition of Nubian:
a member of one of the group of dark-skinned peoples that formed a powerful empire between Egypt and Ethiopia from the 6th to the 14th centuries.

I don't mind being Black as long as it is only for a holiday. Wouldn't want it be for a lifetime, now would we?

I don’t mind being Black as long as it is only for a holiday. Wouldn’t want it be for a lifetime, now would we?

Confused yet?

Confused yet?

I bleach my skin to make it light!

This Black must come off! I want to be white!

 

I hate myself because I am hated!

Why is my skin so underrated?

 

My complexion is on trial, I object to my skin!

I am Black and degraded. I was born not to win.

 

Take this dark pigmentation that so destroys me!

Every tear that I shed is a heart wrenching plea!

 

I look at your skin; so white and so pure.

Give it to me! Find me a cure.

 

I am cursed with such shame that I am black.

My skin is a nightmare and that is a fact.

 

How many whites have ever loved my race?

I am the one who should paint my face.

 

 You with your filthy, black stained brush,

and you with that brilliant, red colored blush.

 

You lie in the sun and bake until you’re brown,

and when you’re Zwarte Piete, you’re a ‘black face’ clown.

 

Give me your ‘face’ and I will give you mine.

If black is so beautiful, why am I last in line?

 

Stand next to me, we’ll be black together.

You’ll know what I know; hate and anguish forever.

 

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

What a dilemma! We have those who because of the dictates of society, have found themselves to actually hate their dark complexion to the point where they will use skin bleaching crèmes and lotions to lighten or ‘whiten’ up. When I was in college, I chose an assignment relating to this issue and when I was giving my presentation on my findings. A ‘Black’ student raised her hand and said to me, “Shelby, of course you can speak against skin lightening crèmes because you are ‘light’. A friend of mine bleached her skin and now she is as ‘light’ as you.” I must say that I felt quite the fool because I never considered what hellish nightmare Black people are living each and every day when someone can look at me and state that their friend, strove to have my complexion when in grade school, I was considered one of the ‘darkies’ and thus relegated to the ‘b(l)ack’ row in the choir and for plays and dances. My mother threw hellish fits when she saw the performances for the PTA that she attended. She knew what was what. I had been innocently unaware of anything untoward. It was only after she stormed through the school that I was made aware that I had been considered too many shades too dark for the first and second row.

We ‘humans’ are sick and depraved when we can make people hate themselves over something that they have absolutely NO control over whatsoever!

On the other hand, we have people, who because of some holiday in the Netherlands, deliberately paint themselves ‘jet’ black to ridicule and make fun of ‘Black’ people and then have the nerve to think that no one should get offended when we already have people who because their skin is dark are affected by racism, bigotry, prejudice and hatred to the point where they are desperate to do ANYTHING to fit in. What a fucking fucked up world we have created! And people have the audacity to tell me that there is hope for this shit. Really? On THAT, we will agree to disagree!

And finally, to those of you whose skin complexion is not to your liking, lightening it or attempting to ‘whiten’ it will not make you feel any better about yourself. Love what you see when you look in that mirror. Make every effort that you can to not buy into the bullshit that is shoved down our throat, day in and day out. I realize that ‘beauty’ is not portrayed as the ‘dark’ skin but why do you think that so many so-called ‘whites’ will lie in the sun for hours risking skin cancer to get what you were born with? Do not let them make you hate yourself, you are too beautiful for that. Love that gorgeous face and body that you were blessed with, believe me, it is envied by those who have you hating that which is what they desire!! Believe me! I know!

 

 

 

 

Who Is Who?

who is who

Photo credit: leaberkhman.wordpress.com

Photo credit: leaberkhman.wordpress.com

zarte pieten

I am cream, you are my coffee.

I am light, you are my shadow.

I am Black, you are my white.

I am heathen, you are my savior.

I am god, you are my servant.

I am pain, you are my pleasure.

I am cursed, you are my blessing.

I am adult, you are my child.

I am fierce, you are my shield.

I am ice, you are my fire.

I am free, you are my need.

I am slave, you are my chain.

I am me. Who are you?

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

 

Note: If you want to be Black so damn bad, then take ALL that comes with it! So, just who the fuck are YOU?

This Is Just Side-Splitting Funny! Well…Isn’t It????

Dutch Facebook Page Aims To Save ‘Black Pete’ Tradition That Features Clowns In Black Face. See:http://www.thisisafrica.me/opinion/detail/19715/Black-Pete-the-slave%3A-Race-Power-and-Identity-in-the-Netherlands#comment-728248421

zarte pieten

Apparently, this is a tradition and is not deemed ‘inappropriate’ by those who participate or by the majority who uphold this caricature depicting whites in Black face with afro wigs and clowning around, playing the fool as they celebrate SinterKlass/Zwarte Piet.

SinterKass on his horse

SinterKlass surrounded by his Black clown subjects as he rides into town on his pure white horse with his so-called white skin and in all of his pure ass purity. For those whose skin is actually Black, think nothing of this, just get into the spirit of things and ignore the painful images. We are finally recognizing you, be grateful and thankful because for the most part, you are all but ignored except when we call you “allokhthon”, and means “found in a place other than where they were formed”. But no non-Dutch white person living in the Netherlands is referred to as allochtoon, only non-white people, Dutch and otherwise.”

Yes, SinterKlass or Santa Claus is coming to town. He is the jolly white man bearing gifts to all children, Zwarte Piet in the Netherlands and Black children in America and all around the world. He is the benevolent saint who loves all children, even the ones who are the brunt of jokes, it is all in fun. And to think that Black people embrace this shit that white people have shoved down our throats for centuries. Just as we have taken to believing in their white, blond, blue-eyed ‘god’ which was never a belief of those who were in Africa. Not one Black person in America would be worshipping some false fake ass idol depicted as a white man hanging on a cross if not for the fact that the so-called ‘Christian heathens’ dragged their ancestors across oceans to become slaves. Yes, let us celebrate the coming of the oh so benevolent jolly white man bearing his goddamn gifts that Black people have to work so much harder for to provide for their children then whites do and then turn around and have their children give praise to the white man for their hard work and struggles. No fucking thank you!!! Let us sing the Christmas songs, “Oh Come All Ye Faithful!” “Silent Night!” “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem!” Again! No fucking thank you! Black folks, you better wake the fuck up and realize just what the hell you’re doing. You are doing exactly what the white man wants you to do, give him ALL the goddamn glory that you worked too damn hard for and earned through blood, sweat and tears. Not only your forefathers who slaved to build this godforsaken ‘godless’ country, but those who followed are still being worked to death or starved to death while these ‘godless’ heathens profess to spirituality and to love and kindness. Piss on that!!

And now, one good turn deserves another. Who will find this to be funny?

Well now, isn't this perplexing? Shampoo for a dog or a white female model?

Well now, isn’t this perplexing? Shampoo for a dog or a white female model?

Dog hair or human hair? Doesn't matter! Use Sleeky Dog Shampoo and get the same results as your dog!

Dog hair or human hair? Doesn’t matter! Use Sleeky Dog Shampoo and get the same results as your dog!

On one side, I used Sleeky Dog Shampoo and on the other side, I used Pantene. Can you see and feel the difference? No! They both work wonders for the hair. Love your hair with Sleeky Dog Shampoo!!

You and your dog can get this hair using either Sleeky Dog Shampoo or Pantene

You and your dog can get this hair using either Sleeky Dog Shampoo or Pantene

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Can you believe it? All three of us can use the same shampoo!

Feature me in the next Pantene shampoo commercial. Such luxuriant hair just gets you noticed!

Feature me in the next Pantene shampoo commercial. Such luxuriant hair just gets you noticed!

Funny yet???!!!! Don’t forget to check out the video. You’ll really think that’s funny.

The New Face of Evil

"Never judge a book by its cover." "Bright and shiny on the outside; the inside, rotten to the core."

“Never judge a book by its cover.”
“Bright and shiny on the outside, the inside; rotten to the core.”

They picked him very carefully as all the world can see.
He’s easy on the eye and with a great personality.

Those who went before him set the stage for what would come.
He’s like a phantom in the night; we ask, “Where is he really from?”

Oh how little did we know, he’d bring destruction in his wake.
No Robin Hood he is, from the rich he does not take.

He’s a banker’s friend; a corporate tool who’s sent us spiraling down.
He hails from a gangster’s paradise in a city called, “chi-town.”

He’s led us straight to hell and he’s smiled the journey long.
We crashed upon the rocks as though he’d sung the siren’s song.

What’s left is barren land and the poor are all but dead.
Those who could not lose, put a bullet through their head.

The serfs are drudging painfully as they keep the rich afloat.
They’re scared to make a sound; they dare not rock the boat.

Their fate would be just like the rest; that’s not to be endured.
The Black man lent his face and the white man was assured,
that all would be as he declared; no detail left to chance.
The white man pulls the strings, but it’s the Black man in the manse.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
©2013 Shelby I. Courtland

The white puppet masters are pulling the strings behind the charming, smiling, engaging, false, fake-ass face of Barack Obama, a puppet bought with blood money. He is a willing tool for those who consider themselves to be the elite. They are nothing more than worthless scum, depraved, lying, greedy, deceitful crooks with no compassion or morality. They are why we are constantly at war. They are why people are working for poverty wages. They are why we have homeless, hungry and uninsured people in this world. The hopeless, sunken eyed, gaunt people of the world watch and they wait……

“Oh Child of Mine!”

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Oh child of mine, what have they done?
My baby was killed, you murdered my son.

With a broken heart, I search for answers.
There are none, just lots of questions.

How can it be right to gun down my child?
Then sit and grin and laugh all the while.
Throwing what you’ve done back in my face.
Letting me know what you think of my race.

Others are in prison for doing much less.
You murdered my child, I heard you confess.

You’re free as a bird and my baby is dead.
We only have your version of all that was said.
You could lie to our face and not be bothered a bit.
No worries you had, you knew they’d acquit.

Justice was served? How and when?
To murder, I thought, was the ultimate sin.
So, you’ll get your gun back and do it again.
Stand your ground, let the killing begin.

There are those in prison, who are on death row.
For doing the same, but they let you go.
Why are you different? Why are you immune?
The son of a judge won’t dance to that tune.
No death row you’ll see, no that’s not for you.
No bars, no steel cage, not a courtyard view.
How special you are, the privileged few.

You’re the spawn of a judge and racist to the core,
who can gun down a child and go looking for more.

zimmerman

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

I wrote the above poem because Trayvon Martin could have been ‘a child of mine’. I have a son who is just a little older than Trayvon would have been, had he not been murdered and words cannot express how I feel because as much as I love my son, will always love my son, I thought that I could not love him more, but I do and I am more fearful than ever for his safety and wish he was just a babe in my arms and would always remain so because then I would know that he is safe. He understands why I worry. He has experienced racism and a more peace loving man, you could not find. I refuse to accept the ‘open season on young Black men’ as a done deal. I refuse to accept that white men are not content with hunting deer, but are now passing laws to make it legal to go on the hunt for our children, to gun them down and walk away. Another notch on their gun. Another trophy. It is not enough that the ‘grand old racist white man’s club’ has disproportionately incarcerated young Black men to the point where they’ve basically brought back slavery in the form of the Prison Industrial Complex, they are now trying to murder the ones they’ve not incarcerated. I will fight back with every fiber of my being because no parent should have to go through what Trayvon Martin’s parents are going through, the senseless murder of their child, watching his murderer walk away, a free man. To anyone who has been asleep for the last several decades, if this is not a wake-up call, then you tell me what it is!

History Repeats Itself

'The more things change, the more they stay the same'.

‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’.

Is there any difference?

Is there really any difference?

They came in riot gear and threw me to the ground.
Read to me my rights and then my hands were bound.
We’d peacefully assembled to have our grievance heard.
But before we had begun or even spoke one word,
they had us all in handcuffs and headed to a cell.
I had to spend the night inside a filthy jail.

They told me to strip down and then just turn around.
A thought came in my head. It’s like a slave compound.
A scene played out for me from 200 hundred years ago.
Africa, serene. The night sky all aglow.
They came from out of nowhere, the white man with his gun.
Oh how they did give chase, the Black man on the run.
They threw him on the ground; his hands, yes they did bind.
He heard no rights read out. They thought he had no mind.

As they stood in chains and fetters, no grievance could they state.
They knew they’d get no quarter there. They could not know their fate.
They did not sell each other out. Who’d want to be a slave?
This is just the version that history’s always played.
If they sold each other out, that gives to you a pass.
So you can keep your dignity, so you can keep your class.
If I sell to you a person and you buy him, that’s on you.
You want to think it’s one wrong, you hate to know it’s two.

So, beat me! Kick me! Jail me! That’s what you do so well.
And then you have the nerve to say that I must go to hell.
You will be behind me when all is said and done.
If I must meet the devil, I’ll not be the only one.
Look into a mirror, the devil you have met.
You’ll get no ice from me, this time, it’s you who’ll sweat.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
©2013 Shelby I. Courtland

Struck A Nerve, Did I?

For the first time since starting this blog, I received..let’s see..what shall I call it..’nasty mail’. Apparently, some took exception to the post “The Boston Marathon Bombing Suspects’Downgraded from Black to White or would that be Upgraded?'”

Now, I shall take a moment to explain something, not that I have to but I want to. As anyone can see from my picture, I am a person with a ‘permanent tan’ and I have had more hate aimed at me, more nastiness aimed at me, than I can shake a stick at. It comes with the territory. Is it fair? Is it right? Is it justified? No! But that hasn’t stopped those who have a problem with my complexion or that I have the nerve to have an opinion, back it up with facts and post it for all and sundry to see, from renaming me, so to speak. As much as I am sensitive to the plight of others, I have a ‘teflon coating’. Calling me the ‘N’ word, doesn’t set my blood to boil, it means that I have ‘struck a nerve’, exposed YOUR ‘achilles heel’. Trust me, it’s good for you! Get all of that pent up hate and anger at me out of your system because it does not bode well for your blood pressure stats. Not to mention that it has done not one bit of good because I will not, nor shall I ‘back off’. I intend to continue to put the truth out there. I will not be intimidated by racial slurs. Obviously, since I am posting online, I expect the ignorant to pop in every now and then, if only to let me know that ignorance is still in abundance and happily eager to make me aware that ignorance is not going anywhere anytime soon. More’s the pity.

The really sad part is that when the words Black and White are thrown together, it causes rage, ignorance, insanity, intolerance and madness to rear up and distort the thinking of what should otherwise be considered, rational minds. In other words, we cannot have a discussion on race relations in this country when so many enter into the throes of an apoplectic attack whenever confronted with the truth as told by someone with a permanent tan. It does not matter what that truth is, especially if it debunks and sheds light on lies, stereotypes and misinformation about those in society who are viewed as ‘inferior’ by some. Be that as it may, I will shed even more light. No ethnic group is superior to another. You may believe that you are superior, but your belief is misguided. Here, let me sum it up for you with a repost:

A Reflection On My Complexion

I was born with a permanent tan.
And if I do the best I can,
I still get called a name.
Why must I take the blame?

I had no say when I was born.
So, I don’t understand your scorn.
Why hate me for my complexion?
This could have been your reflection.

I will not let you break me down,
solely because my skin is Brown.
Even if I’m solid Black,
there’s not one human trait I lack.

Throw caution to the wind.
Reach out, you’d find a friend.
I bleed the same as you.
And smile when you do too.

We’re all just one big race.
Trying hard to find our place.
In the grander scheme of things,
strive for love and what it brings.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland

Footnote:For many, this will fall on ‘eyes that will not see’, I cannot help that. All I can do is put it out there and never think for one nanosecond that I will not continue to do so…..au contraire!

The Boston Marathon Bombing Suspects ‘Downgraded from Black to White or would that be Upgraded’?

When I heard of bombs going off during the Boston Marathon, I was horrified. I thought, oh no! When will the madness end? Then on CNN, I listened when they said that a suspect in the bombings was a ‘dark skinned male’. I thought, “oh dear, Black men are in for it AGAIN!!!” Then I breathed a sigh of relief when they said that the suspect had a distinctly ‘foreign accent’. You see, Black men are often accused of horrendous crimes to cover up atrocities committed by Whites. It’s happened often enough. I remember many years ago, a husband and expectant father, killed his wife, thus killing his unborn child and turned the gun on himself resulting in a flesh wound. He then told the police that a ‘Black man’ had committed the crime. When the truth came out, he wanted his wife and unborn child out of the way. This also occurred in Boston. Feel free to read about it here:
On This Day: White Boston Man Kills Pregnant Wife, Blames Imaginary Black Man

On Oct. 23, 1989, Charles Stuart shot and killed his pregnant wife, Carol Stuart. His accusation that a black man was responsible inflamed racial tensions in Boston.Charles Stuart Murders Wife

Charles Stuart and his pregnant wife Carol left a maternity class at Brigham and Women’s Hospital in Boston on Oct. 23, 1989. As they drove home, Charles drove to Mission Hills, a predominantly African-American neighborhood, and shot Carol in the head.

Charles then shot himself in the abdomen and called 911, saying that he and his wife had been shot. A film crew for CBS’ “Rescue 911,” which had been shooting at the Boston Emergency Medical Services, captured the entire event on camera.

As Charles was strapped onto a gurney and taken inside an ambulance, he gave police details of the alleged crime. A policeman asks him, “Who did it? Was he a white guy?” Charles responds, “He was a black man.”

Carol Stuart died the following night. Her son, Christopher, was delivered via caesarean section, eight weeks before the due date. After suffering a series of seizures, he died two and a half weeks later. Charles Stuart authorized the discontinuation of life support.

Unable to attend his wife’s funeral due to his injuries, Stuart wrote a message to be read aloud. Of the murderer, he said, “In our souls we must forgive this sinner, because he would too.”

The New York Times: Racial Manipulation in Boston
The New York Times: Boston Police Partly Cleared Over Racial Tension
The New York Times: Charles Stuart’s Brother Indicted In Murder Case
The New York Times: Illusion and Tragedy Coexist After a Couple Dies
Stuart gained widespread sympathy for his tragic story, and few questioned his account of the events, even though there were numerous inconsistencies and suspicious details. Police began a citywide search for the culprit, described by Stuart as a black man with a raspy voice who wore a tracksuit.

Officers used “the ‘stop-and-search’ method: the idea being that if you stop every black man within a ten-mile radius, you are going to find your killer much more quickly,” wrote Jeanne Theoharis and Lisa Woznica in Was it Worth It? “Civil liberties thus suspended, a number of black jogging-suit-clad men soon turned up.”

The investigation was responsible for “instantly igniting the racial tension and suspicion that are never far from the surface of daily life in Boston and most of America,” wrote The New York Times.

In December, police fingered 39-year-old Willie Bennett, a black man who had been arrested on unrelated charges, as the prime suspect. Examining his mug shot, Stuart confirmed that Bennett was the man who killed his wife.

Stuart’s elaborate deception collapsed in early January 1990, when his brother Matthew told his family that Charles had killed Carol. Matthew had participated in the cover-up of the crime, taking a bag of valuables and the murder weapon from the crime scene and disposing of them in a nearby creek.

On Jan. 3, before his brother went to the police, Charles Stuart confessed his crime to his lawyer. That night, he checked into a hotel, woke up at 4:30 a.m., and went down to the Tobin Bridge to jump into the Mystic River, killing himself.
Key Players: Charles and Carol Stuart
Both born and raised in the Boston suburbs, Charles and Carol Stuart had met in 1980 at the restaurant where they both worked, and married five years later. They had supportive families, were liked by their neighbors and had well-paying jobs: Carol was a tax lawyer and Charles the general manager at a fur store.

The media originally portrayed the couple as having the perfect marriage. After Charles’ suicide, the media searched for a reason for the murder. There were rumors, later shown to be incorrect, that Charles had a relationship with a 23-year-old co-worker. There were also reports that “Charles considered Carol’s pregnancy a hindrance to his plans to open a restaurant and wanted her to have an abortion,” wrote Time.
source:http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/on-this-day/september-october-08/On-This-Day–White-Boston-Man-Kills-Pregnant-Wife-Blames-Imaginary-Black-Man

…and now, the photos of the alleged suspects in the Boston Marathon bombing depict white men. I am sure that Black men all across the state of Massachusetts are breathing a sigh of relief because after all, they initially got the blame and knew what was coming. Where it came from, does CNN or the other stations who initially reported this erroneous information really know or care? Or were they just too quick on the draw and once again, decided to blame it on the convenient, it was the ‘Black man who did it’ scapegoat that some whites just love to lay at the feet of any male, walking and breathing while Black! Of course, Black men just need to get over being blamed for damn near everything. After all, there’s so many in prison anyway. So who’s to be upset if another one is added to the prison population, and who cares about that pesky little thing called, innocent but getting the blame? After all, they get three hots and a cot, what’s to complain about?

Black men in America, for what it’s worth, you have my utmost sympathy!

Below is more evidence of the ease at which whites blame Black men with the assurance that they will be believed. Why? Because it works every time!

Move over Charles Stuart and Susan Smith(murdered her children and blamed it on a Black man). Bonnie Sweeten of suburban Philadelphia has now qualified to be inducted into the Hall of Shame that bestows special recognition upon Whites who have committed crimes and then falsely blamed a Black man.

Ashley Todd, a campaign worker for John McCain, claimed that she was robbed at knifepoint on October 22 by a “six-foot four African American” at an ATM in Pittsburgh. She said the alleged robber saw a McCain sticker on her car and became enraged, cutting a backward “B’ (for Barack) into her cheek. She later admitted lying.

Whether it was Bonnie Sweeten in Philadelphia, Susan Smith, Charles Stuart, Asheley Todd or Jennifer Wilbanks (the “Runaway Bride”) – who claimed a Latino man and a White woman abducted and sexually assaulted her – sick Whites are not so sick that they fail to realize that they can play into America’s stereotype of Black males as criminals. That sterotype was present before and it persists even as an African-American male sits in the White House.

sources:http://georgecurry.com/columns/another-blame-a-black-man-hoax

A Woman’s False Accusation Pains Many Blacks – New York Times

http://www.nytimes.com › COLLECTIONS › BLACK PEOPLE

Nov 6, 1994 – As racial hoaxes go, the lies Susan Smith told in Union, S.C., about a black man stealing her two children were not novel or new, but they … represented beyond the murder of innocents: another assault on the souls … said it made him sad that desperate people think blaming blacks will solve their problems.