violence!!! according to who?

When it comes to violence, I have to ask myself what pushes someone to the point where they have to resort to violence. I see violence as a byproduct of the inequalities produced by the system we live in today. At the head of this system is the economic mind of a beast that isn’t fully aware of its own place in the world. Its always trying to expand and create new ways to generate more money. Yet, it has no inkling to whether or not it is running to fast or to slow. The beast can’t feed, clothe, or bathe itself. All it can do is expand and grow. The question that comes to my mind is what does the beast do when it can’t expand anymore? It screams, yelps, and cries in a crisis, but to me all that crying means its time to die. Yet, all it has to do is cry loud enough so that the state hears its voice. The state knows its little beast needs to be helped, so the state works franticly to find a solution. Well the last time the beast was sick, end of the 1960s, the state came in to help at the expense of the American People. LBJ, REGAN, NIXON, THACTHER, and Pinochet pride themselves on helping tend to the beast of capitalism.

What is lost in all the glory of these heads of state is what happened to the people that were suffering in the belly of the beast? Well neoliberalism came in as a laxative for the beast and it shitted us out of its ass. My family was forced to leave Detroit because the quality of life had deteriorated to nothing after manufacturing jobs went overseas. My mother’s first husband was active in trying to turn back the effects of unemployment in the community but the state couldn’t have this. One morning he was picked up on robbery charges and murdered in his cell. I believe it’s a lie to say violence is on someone’s own terms. The cops, who murdered my mothers husband, were being directed by a state who did everything it could to break apart social solidarity. The effects of neoliberalism and the break up of social solidarity is best described by African People's Socialist Party Chairman Omali Yeshitela, who sums it up best in his imagery between arctic wolves and the black community.

I'm not a hunter but i am told,
That, uh, in places like in the arctic,
Where indigenous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf,
They'll take a double edged blade,
And they'll put blood on the blade,
And they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice,
So that only the blade is protruding,
And that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat,
And it will come and lick the blade trying to eat,
And what happens is when the wolf licks the blade,
Of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds,
And he thinks he's really having a good thing,
And he drinks and he licks and he licks,
And of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself,
That’s what the imperialists did with us with crack cocaine,
You have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something
They gonna make a living with,
They is getting something they can buy a car,
Like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car?
They getting something they can get a piece of gold,
White people have gold, why can't i have gold?
They getting something to get a house,
White people have a house, why can't i have a house?
And they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them,
But they're killing themsleves just like the wolf was licking the blade,
And they're slowly dying without knowing it.
Thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that?
Thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community,
And instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice
For the wolf,
That what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live,
Thats what happens in our community,
You don't blame the person, the victim,
You blame the oppressor, imperialism, white power is the enemy,
Was the enemy when it first came to Africa,
And snatched up the first African brothers here against our will,
Is the enemy today,
And that’s the thing that we have to understand.

So instead of being viewed as a community of people working together, we were singled out and made into these competitive beasts waiting in the shadows to fuck someone up. I talk to old people and they say when someone brought a knife to a fight that was bad. Now guns are a common place. I don’t make sense to me. Would violence have rose if we were left alone without the affects of neoliberalism. I see the violence in my community as a new imperialism set out to kill the very last one of us, like the colonial powers tried to do in post-colonial Africa. Violence is a coordinated event where the state has driven someone to their limited and they are forced to do what they can not to be fully taken by the system. The real violence is in the heads of state, the American government, laws, polices, and white imperialist.

The Evergreen Riot 2008/Feb/14th

In the last few days we have a had a circus around the riot of Evergreen 2008. I want surprised by it but I would hardly call this a riot. Police came in all hot and bothered, hit a few people without warning, maced a few people without warning and then abandoned a car. You had a bunch of people who were afraid but feeling good, because the police left without dispersing the crowd. The crowd spotted the car and went off on it.

here is the video

part I


Noone wants to make it a racial, economic, or anything to do with what could have caused the riot. So all the talk has been about how we are grounded as students and we need to do some kind of community service for the car. I am tired tired tired. I need some sleep sleep sleep

"You, You and I back together agian on top of the world"

You, You, and I Back together again. You know love will last forever. Whatcha mean!!! Back together!!!

Enough!! Enough!!! of the Donny Hathaway and Roberta Flack, but let it be known that these individuals have influenced my young soul a time or two.

Hello Houston!!!! Shout out to the 713, 281, and the infamous 832 area codes. You know its a shame we dont talk as much but I am trying to get my life straight ya know. Its alright if you are a little behind the times but overall you are still solid and true to me. Now lets have a conversation about some serious matters. Matter afact lets talk about Houston.

What is always going to be with me is the story of a garrison of black soldiers killing 27 Houston Police Department officers. As tragic as it may seem I am, for the most part, behind the soldiers attempts to fight racial oppression but the fact they were hanged and the history behind the event buried, makes me sad for up and coming young brown folks in Houston that deal with the oppressions on a daily basis.

Well this post will be the start of my attempt to uncover hidden histories of Houston, Texas.

I have been doing alot of thinking after reading Anthills of the Savannah by Chinua Achebe. It make me think about my experience at Texas Southern and my attempt to understand myself as a black man in America. I gained alot from TSU but I feel that really didnt have a place their. Educationally I didnt learn a thing but the people, or real human interaction, was amazing. The friends I grew up with were turning out to be nothing more that fuck ups in life. Most of them were white, privileged and had no sense of what life was really about. Fucked up situations would happen challenging my status as a black man in whatever subcultural we subscribed too and many of times they just hid while i took some kind of shot in my mind or mouth.
At TSU I had the opportunity to come across a Marxist professor and he told me that I was abusing my privilege by coming to Texas Southern. At the time I didn't understand what he meant but as I look at what privilege in a society means, my reasons for being at TSU were totally different from for the majority of kids. Now I think back and remember seeing other kids in my position but like them I was try to shake off the white influence in my life. Yet, the more I think about it I was more like the white man than I was black. This was due to the way I treated TSU. For me, school was a breeze. Not challenging but the interactions of people made it out to be some kind of zoo. Class was like any other class but outside of it I studied the interactions of people hoping to be accepted but also reconfirm whatever notion of class that I had developed over the years. The fact I referred to people in terms such as those kind of people, and you know how they act, proves how I knew about class but it was a game to me or a minstrel show.

Plus, also to aid to my privilege I had this revolutionary spirit that TSU could not accommodate. For one I came into situations knowing more than most people, or thought so, thinking that I was going to be this savior of black people at Texas Southern. This was all good and well but it fostered divisions amongst me and the majority of the TSU student population. I thought I was all alone in my thoughts but actually I wasn't and in my second year I came across the Texas Southern Student Government Association(SGA). For the first time I felt I had a home at TSU but my involvement within the group turned out to be one of my greatest mistakes for my self and my education. Within TSU exist deep seeded hierarchies that had been in place since the schools beginnings. Like many Black Colleges, Texas Southern's commitment to educating Black people were based in educating the emerging Black middle class. After World War the G.I. Bill established a link for people to be educated and thus think no more of low end pay. This is a very simplist view and I am not offering all sides but by giving access to education GIs the seed was planted for a more broad base consumer class that would develop out of the suburban explosion of the 1950's.
SGA at historical black colleges have had a long history of housing future leaders of society. But the flaws of SGA mirror that of the larger city,state, and federal governments. SGA at TSU housed the educated elite of the school. People who were ahead of the game in class found a place for their voice in SGA. There need for change and to create a better TSU was on part of thier own privilege in seeing the faults of TSU like myself. Their was a general notion among my counterparts that the main problem with TSU was lack of Money, and the Nigga problem.

The money issue that plagued TSU was a combination of things, but to summarize, Since integration their has been a steady decline in enrollment as Black colleges. Integration after the Civil rights movements virtually overnight made Black Colleges obsolete. Their was no need to educate the Black if apartheid was no more. Yet, TSU found a purpose that could became a staple for the future. If the need to Educate Blacks was out the door why not provide an opportunity to educate the Poor? This is were TSU found its second purpose but this was flawed also. The education of the poor to standards developed by the elite is problematic. First it makes turning back to the poor impossible or merely charity. Second it diminishes any notion of the class divide and creates a person who behaves or things of him or herself as a middle class person. Overall it breaks down whatever solidarity that could be build between classes and puts blacks who are not educated into one group and the others into a so called "higher class."

This right here is the nigga question that plagues the SGA elite and Black middle class of 3rd ward. What to do with people who dont want to help themselves? To understand this we have to look at the educational system of TSU and university across the country as a whole.
for And like many things in life the economic factors inhibited TSU from being an institution that promoted freedom of thought. Principle of Economics, intro level business, etc.. wasn't really geared at a benefit to society. It more or less was a avenue to reinforce the status quotue of society. I read about times in TSU's history where people came together to stop massive economic, racial, eviornimental, gender injustices that were taking place in 3rd World. I look back on the TSU riots and how the school came together along with the peoples of 3rd ward to stop the City from dumping garbage in the area. This is the history of a people working together before integration. What took place with the civil rights movements created a slate for globalization world wide. We as a black people were a third world country living within America. We had black markets of our own, that may have not made as much as the white version, but allowed us subsistence without jimcrow America. We were making head way with manufacturing jobs and overall black life was reaching a different standard away from the mainstream white way of life. Yet, the south needed racial,social,gender liberation not economic. Integration forced black markets to compete wtih white markets and we lost out in the long run. We never dealt with the self hate that plagued our hearts. The fact a group of well to do black men and women became the face of the civil rights movement, mean that our advancement would mirror the so called "Third World advancements." To quote Chinua Achebe, "You see, they are not in the least like ourselves (niggas). They don't need and can't use the luxuries that you and I must have. They have the animal capacity to endure the pain of, shall we say, domestication. The very words the white master had said in his time about the black race as a whole. Now we say them about the poor." This self hate which is rooted in the western ideas of class, was so rampant among black folks when the NOLA peoples came to Houston. Many saw them as a sub-human group of people. I for one tried to challenge this but I was unable to materialize my own thoughts on the matter. I knew it was wrong but I couldn't draw more than the white man's way, when I drew up conclusions.

Sky's the Limit

Lil' Wayne has been on my playlist for a day. His lyrical content is garbage at best but his attitude on the mic is amazing. I respect him like many people for how they present themselves and he is one of them people. If more people in the northwest were like that then maybe we would have a truly awesome place to live. Push aside the bullshit and lets ride into the sunset of bliss. You know those times you felt really alive without the stimulants. This is lyrical flows from the mind of truth so dont be caught without a booth to express yourself in times of need. We are about to reach a contradiction, comparable to that dude name rip who slipped into a sleep that lasted for 27 years. Yet, all i know is the white mans stories of old, but what about that black women who went to sleep only to meet death. She was ever lasting more than that winkle in the past.

Lenin?

I really laugh at this picture of Lenin wooing the crowd. If you look closely at the crowd it kind of seems they are waving him away. He is probably saying some generic stuff like "If we continue production we will be able to feed a third of the population!" Or "God Damn Russia is a huge ASS Country!" Or maybe "Siberia has been given to the Americans!!!!!!!!!!!" Regardless of what the man is saying, I really hope what he is saying is somewhat important. Its a shame if he is up there to say We will introduce a new hair care line. Because we all know he needed it. But The sad part of this all is an attempt by the United states to make Lenin into a household commodity.






I am not going to make these crazy connections, without first thinking about it. When i found this one, I was blown away by the seer massiveness of this connection that goes unheard in our Culture. And who knew Lenin would be a face people would see 80 years after his death. They have made this man into an icon that every household has seen. When I show this connection don't throw a fit. You have the right to know the truth! and the truth is Lenin is nothing more than the Gerber baby!!!!







If you compare the two pictures Lenin is made into baby Lenin and then put onto baby formula. I almost shit myself when I found this out. You have little babies and grown ass people associating Lenin with the Gerber baby but not seeing this connection. I am not going to lie, I was fooled too. I was looking at his picture years ago and I was like "man, that dude looks so familiar." And it was hard to accept that this man was in deed Lenin. It took many many years for me to realize it was actually Lenin. I had to decondtion my programed mind and finally I was able to say "That Russian Man is Lenin! Not the Gerber Baby!!!" I am not going to lie, America is good. They took that revolutionary man and made him into an Icon. What Baby knows who Lenin is?????????? I mean its horrible. And now because of this they can introduce New Che hats, Castro(oil), New Peoples' Army( Jeans). Shame on you Shame on you

Da Future

I can't materialize what needs to be written, yet through words and my body I can express. This blog is my attempt to lay down how I see the world. Which I have come to believe is Fun, Wrong, and just Sad alot of the time. I mean I laugh at Hitler in his array of photos that show a man trying to wield a crowd. I say its Wrong what he did to the world, and its just Sad that someone like that had to show up in the universe. Even though people may have different views on everything pertaining to life, this is my view of what should be right, wrong, Fun, and Sad. At times I may be wrong but hey i am human and you will get over whatever I say. Its still a fact I love you all but can't stand you in large groups and I will chat with you if I have alot of things to do. So lets have some fun, mainly bubbles fun!