Bukowski (If God Takes Life, He's An Indian Giver)

So, Black people. I love me some Black folk, I swear. We are amazing at anything we put our minds to. Currently, I am enrolled in an African American history class, and it upsets me to realize just how little I really know.

That's not the point I'm trying to make though. What I really want to talk about is Black people and Christianity/God/Jesus. I was not raised in any religion and I thank god and my mother for that. Now, when I say "god" please empty your thoughts of old-man-white-beard-in-the-clouds-with-a-staff god that many of us like to envision. Nor do I think god is a woman. No way... see, I think god is the energy of life. No sex, no face, no "created in His image." Why would god be a man? Men, quite frankly, kinda.. well... SUCK (no offense, babe... love is love, love!)!!! And from what I've read, this man-god is kind of a douchebag. "Who would wanna be... who would wanna be... such an asshole?" Thank you, Modest Mouse.

Anyway, now as I was saying. I was watching Louis C.K. last night, and it happened to be an episode about god. Hilarious. There was a doctor at Louis' Catholic school there to explain the actual physical trauma that was imposed upon Jesus Christ at the cross. He proceeded to talk about the whip that was used to beat Jesus' back until it opened, and so on and so forth. But immediately, I thought, "a different slave went through that every single day at the hands of a white plantation owner." We have endured so much trauma, pain and abuse... yet it was all in vain? We continue to walk the path of Jesus (or whatever kind of expressions the Christians use) because he suffered and "died for our sins" when our very own family members have done the SAME THING. The suffered for us, yet here we are, collectively, being ignorant, blind morons. What is promised when you die? Really? Who knows? Who's been to heaven or hell? I haven't, and I don't know anyone who has. All of this is really to say...



I think Christianity is some bull, and Black People need to devote as much effort into real life, tangible, every day situations as they do for Jesus. He died for your sins, all well and good. But so did your family that was shipped here like cargo from Africa... respect them, and walk on their beaten path to real freedom.

NiggaPleez.

Bootlips
Sheboon
Africoon
Buck
Monkey
Niglet
Spook
Shitskin
"Coonfestation"
"Coontact"
Jigaboo Gangsta

These are just a few of the names Black People are called, by non-Blacks "behind our backs." I found a website that describes the awful en-COON-ters they (non-Blacks) have had with unsuspecktn bug-ahhd shitskins. Yet... We aren't supposed to say Nigga/er. Because its a step back. Okay, nigga. I mean shitskin. I mean africoon. In the words of the late great Tupac...I'd rather be a NIGGA. But that's just me..
Oh, and if you didn't know...they also use "ghetto", "gangstA" and "urban" in place of nigger. Does it really make sense to focus on the use of one little ole word when there are countless others out there which are just as bad, if not worse? Shitskin? Really? Does it make sense to spend money funding a funeral and burial for "nigga/er"... When our children are suffering in low-income housing, fucked up schools, and living within a million other problems? When muhfuckas can still get away with the watered down version of nigger.. "The N-Word." I guess that makes calling me a poopskin to my face as opposed to a shitskin okay.
Nigga...get your mind right and think of a better, more productive way to spend your time and energy...rather than tell me that calling my brothaman/sistaguhl nigga is a step back. Boooooo!

Black History Month.

"Don't believe everything you think - You've been programmed." - Erykah Badu
 
 
They make it easy for us to forget that your
grandmother's great-grandmother was definitely...
without a shadow of a doubt a:
SLAVE. PROPERTY.
Beaten and abused, misused they want our history to remain a mystery to us
Get your minds lost in a sea of electronics and other bullshit
distract yourself with Dr. Martin Luther King's "dream"
forget about the fact that they BEAT YOUR GREAT GREAT GREAT GRANDFATHER
Big Black Buck...was beaten
until his back split wide open..oozing..poured salt in the wounds.
made your great, great, great family eat slop from a trough.
like dirty. stinking. pigs.
One pair of shoes a year, my dear.
Your family was on lay-away. Separated from each other.
Sales. Violence. Rape. Torture.
Lost, no voices, no culture, no life.
Property.
Yes the Civil Rights Movement was all that..
but marching to nowhere in particular
didn't do much but get you a good seat on the bus.
Be upfront with yourself, fuck a upfront seat on the bus
When the Oscar Grants and Sean Bells cease to exist
When there is no more Jena 6
When American Citizens are referred to as Citizens and not.. refugees
in their own country
When Our Kids aren't arrested for sitting on stationary dirtbikes
When Niggas don't get strip searched (without reason) in broad daylight
Is when I'll relax and appreciate that bus seat.


Peace (?)