Get Out?! I Never Went In…

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Everyone is talking about the movie, Get Out.  Directed by Jordan Peele.  I haven’t gone to see it and I’m not really anxious to either.  Why?  It’s really old news.  Jordan Peele is getting rave reviews for this movie that really is about passive-aggressive racism that many Black people have endured at various times of their lives.  The symbolism of Get Out is that white folks “act nice” but they are truly evil to the core. And white women are not to be trusted-ever!

Uh.  Yeah.  Slavery and Jim Crow didn’t convince Black folks of that?

But what about people like myself, who’ve always been hip to the duplicity of white folks. They’re as fake as plastic floral arrangements at a brunch.  Set strategically on the table to create a certain atmosphere or create a visual, implied to project a particular reality that does not exist.  They’re not real flowers.  Just a projection.

But here’s the kicker, with all of the warnings of the movie, Get Out, its director, Jordan Peele, is married to a white woman. Huh? So, what’cha, sayin’, bruh?  That’s a double standard.  Your life isn’t your advocacy.  How are people supposed to interpret that?  Would you listen to someone pitching Vegetarianism but eating at Longhorn every day?

This is a simple one for me. Gonna be direct and brief. I’m not attracted to white men. And yes, I’ve seen some who I thought were attractive over the years, however, when it came down to really asking myself, “would I….” The answer within my soul has been…HELL NO! As a Black woman, I’ve evolved tremendously, intellectually, and spiritually. The bone honest truth is I find white people offensive to my existence. Their presences is a blemish to our relevance and importance on this planet. Do Black people ever think about how much time we’ve wasted with these genetically deficient, morally vacant, repulsive, parasitical, EVIL, reprobate, reptilian brain, fragmented thinking, vapid, miscreants?! Our narrative gives them relevance. Everything about them is constructed from lies. Their history is a nothing more than propaganda–they’re not who they proclaim to be. Superior? At what? We completely dominate them in any arena. Yet, these impudent creatures have the audacity to call us inferior. They stole our history and identity. To control the lie, they confiscated all the information so that it couldn’t be edited. But we are natural geniuses and we’ve broken the code.I don’t wanted anything to do with these people. No. Not me. They disgust me to the core.

White women are coming after Black men for one purpose: To aid white supremacy!  Love doesn’t have a damn think to do with it.  White men are using Black women’s bodies to feel more masculine.  It’s a corporation.  You work for it.  YOU no longer exist.  Everything you do is for the corporation.

Frankly, white people are truly some of the most intrusive, annoying, and culturally vacant miscreants on this planet!  They truly are cultural vampires.  They truly are the living dead. If that’s what you settled for, than you have been brainwashed; and are no longer of relevance to the Black community.

For any Black person that was ignorant enough to get involved with a white woman or white man.  You got played. The mental death you have suffered is irreversible.  You chose it.  Suffer the consequence of sleeping with the dead.

As for myself, I offer this warning to white folks, I want nothing to do with you.  Leave me alone. You’ll never infiltrate.  I will hurt you.  I feel nothing for you. The only worth you have to me is what I want–POWER!  This is what I desire.  And if you annoy me further; I promise you, The only thing that’s going to make me act right is to give me what I want! Any hesitation, I’ll take EVERYTHING you got!

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A Warning to White America: The Black Warrior Queens Are Coming For You!

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Over the course of 20 years, I’ve studied a lot of issues and had to read a lot.  Racism is a problem that can only be stopped by destroying the biggest culprits of it: The White Man and The White Woman.  Both have employed hatred against darker skinned people around the word and inflicted emotional, psychological, mental, physical and spiritual anguish on innocent people that has had tremendous impact on Black people in succession throughout time.

As a Black woman who loves and cares about my culture and people; I take it absolutely personal.  Those who have followed my blog over the years, and those who knew my from Blackvoices, my words have always been sharp and deliberate.  They are weapons of destruction against the evil force that created White Supremacy.  The audacity of it is repugnant to my senses! On Twitter today, I announced that I  Am The Biggest Threat to White Supremacy That Ever Existed!  There is nothing supreme about “whiteness” in nature.  Everything that is vibrant and healthy has color.  White symbolizes inferiority or a deficiency.  And this is Caucasians personified.  They are a sick people, genetically, mentally, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually–The Walking Dead.  And we, the Original People of this planet, have had to endure this monster.  But now, I am having clear visions of an end for them that they are not anticipating.

Indulge me…

In Africa, African women played very significant roles in every area of society.  They also were powerful and fierce warriors.

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Candace or Kandake was the name given to any Queen or Empress of Ethiopia by the Europeans, and these great woman were seen to be wives of the Gods or the living God!

Candace of 332 BC has a particular story that still should stand tall today. Despite the lack of knowledge of these Queens this legend made it’s way out.

Her actual name was said to be Amanirenas. She was blind in one eye due to losing it in a battle with the Romans. She was known to be a fierce, tactical and uniting leader.

Alexander the Great had reached Kemet (Ancient Egypt) and was gearing up to battle into Ethiopia. Alexander never fought Candace though and there are a few accounts as to why.

Tengaged rounded up these two accounts:

The wildly accepted view one given by Chancellor Williams who wrote ” The Destruction of Black Civilzation” is that upon hearing Alexander the great coming Empress Candace, or Amanirenas, gathered her black troops, lined them up across the first cataract along with herself and stood on top of two African Elephants on a throne and waited for Alexander to show up. Alexander the “great”, didn’t want to chance a loss and give up his undefeated winning streak. He definitely didn’t want to lose it to a woman so once seeing the black Queen on her Elephants and her black armies along with her, Alexander the “great” halted his armies at the first cataract, and turned back up into Egypt. Once he saw the deadly military tactician in all her glory and her black army with the latest iron weapons, he decided against an invasion and turned around.

The Dahomey Amazons or Mino was an all-female military regiment of the Fon people of the Kingdom of Dahomey in the present-day Republic of Benin. They existed from the 17th century to the end of the 19th century. While European narratives refer to the women soldiers as “Amazons,” because of their similarity to the semi-mythical Amazons of ancient Anatolia, they called themselves Ahosi (king’s wives) or Mino (our mothers) in the Fon language.

The Ahosi were extremely well trained, and inculcated with a very aggressive attitude. They were ferocious fighters with a reputation for decapitating soldiers in the middle of battle, as well as those who were unfortunate to become their captives.

You see this trait in Black women today.  Yes.  When we get angry, we take souls!

The current condition of this country leads one to envision such action as being necessary to return stability back to our communities. For we are dealing with an enemy who will not capitulate and seems to act on presumption of the true nature of Black people.

Life has taught me that you can’t be nice to white people–you have to hurt or kill them.

The Black woman was the first mother and queen of this planet.  We are natural protectors of our people. And if threatened, we will not hesitate to defend our people, by any means necessary.

The Black Woman is the secret weapon among our people and when it is time; warrior queens will come against our enemy as they did in ancient times.

This is the offense, White America is not prepared for.

I smirk at this thought…

 

 

 

Hot Shit!

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I’m sitting here looking out the window, listening to Common’s Like Water For Chocolate, and this track (title) is playing.  It got me to thinking about a lot of things; and the title has me feeling some kind of way.  Remember the days when Black music made you get amped?  I’m not feeling this current state of negativity and fear right now.  I’m a warrior and I’m looking for the battle–not running from it. I’m just that kind of chick.

Where are the warriors!  Where?  Where are those dudes that walked down the street in the neighborhood who walked in a squad–like African lions, fearless, strong, no equal in sight?  Their presence was bold; and no one dared challenge them.  Cold Blooded. Ruthless.  Kings!

There was a time when Black folks walked like the kings and queens we called ourselves. We were uppity.  Proud.  Unapologetic.

BLACK AMERICA IS DEAD!

Black culture has been on a respirator and so has the country.  Our spirit has been weakened and this country it seems is on life support.  When our fire rises.  America soars. It is our energy that makes everything move with rhythm.  From music to fashion, everything we touched was more creative.  Like the sun brightens and nourishes; so did our culture do the same for this country we call America.

Love and Happiness.  Will it return?  Will we dance again?  Will the funk revive the Funkateers who have been hibernating, in distress from so much gloom?

I wonder.

So I listen to Common.  And I hunger for something different to revive us.  Something that will make the light shine again.  I miss good times.

And so I fantasize we’ll be happy again.  Making this place pop!  Elevating everything around us!  It’s time to push evolution through our consciousness.  Create from the divinity within each of us.  Find out identity again.

It’s time to flip this script!

Time to start a new thing!  Afrofuturism please!  Take us away…to another galaxy.  Our existence here has been compromised.

The world is waiting for Black People to return!