They now want to ban the n-word.
How about a ban on rape?
Or black-on-black crime?
Oops, I forgot, according to the Black Intelligencia, as declared in 1995, there is no such thing as black-on-black crime. We were stupid for buying into that "creation of the racist white media."
I don't allow anyone to call me one.
And as many have noticed, I use the word, but only when referring to one.
I don't think it's the root of our problems. I think ignorance is. And pride in ignorance. And a lack of manhood. And no fathers. And no understanding of history. And drugs. And alcohol. And malt liquor. And misogyny. And self-hate. And Kanye West, Gay-Z, Snoop, Method Man, Clear Channel, The Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines.
And Jesus. Not the real Jesus, but the Santa Claus-like idol the white man has created.
Our problems are bigger than niggers.
Black people FEAR and LOVE the white man more than we fear and love ourselves.
You doubt me?
Black people will kill black people over a stepped on shoe, looking at somebody "the wrong way", talking about them on a rap record, or an inadvertant bump in a crowded nightclub.
In my West Oakland neighborhood, I witness the violence firsthand. The hatred, jealousy, and despair that too often ends in murder.
But no matter how desperate... these same seemingly "savage" negroes would never and WILL NEVER allow their violence to spread to the white folk who live so peacefully in this violent neighborhood.
You can call a nigga a King.
He's still a nigga.
You can call a nigga a Black Man, a GOD (God forbid), divine, Asiatic, whatever.
He will still rob, beat, rape and kill a Black Woman. He'll break into your car while you sleep. He'll deny his children. He will fuck anything with a hole. He'll get high before he gets free.
You can be mad at me if you want to.
Or we can get over these damn dumb labels.
Poetry spots are filled with niggas. Dreadlocks, Red/Black/Green, incense burning, revolutionary jive talking coons.
It don't matter if you call him Trayvon Watkins or T'Shaka Rasool Azerbaijan.
White folks have a creepy, scary, wonderful way of getting us caught up with labels over content.
They have been SO successful, I can not help but to admire it. It's like rooting for the bad guy in a movie. If he's stylish, devious, and ridiculously successful, how can you not root for Darth Vader, Severus Snape or Lex Luther? (Gene Hackman, not Kevin Spacey's bullcrap performance in that piece of crap moviefilm.)
White folks have manged in the last 20 years to make slavery BLACK PEOPLE'S FAULT. Do I lie?
Slavery now, in college courses, talk radio and internet blogs was now caused by warring, savage, darkie tribes. THEY are the ones who caught, captured, and sold "their own people" into bondage. Do I lie?
If we have our way, Michael Richards will be found guilty in the court of public opinion of being a..... racist.
If found guilty, he will be the first known racist in America since George Wallace in 1963.
How about a ban on rape?
Or black-on-black crime?
Oops, I forgot, according to the Black Intelligencia, as declared in 1995, there is no such thing as black-on-black crime. We were stupid for buying into that "creation of the racist white media."
I don't allow anyone to call me one.
And as many have noticed, I use the word, but only when referring to one.
I don't think it's the root of our problems. I think ignorance is. And pride in ignorance. And a lack of manhood. And no fathers. And no understanding of history. And drugs. And alcohol. And malt liquor. And misogyny. And self-hate. And Kanye West, Gay-Z, Snoop, Method Man, Clear Channel, The Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines.
And Jesus. Not the real Jesus, but the Santa Claus-like idol the white man has created.
Our problems are bigger than niggers.
Black people FEAR and LOVE the white man more than we fear and love ourselves.
You doubt me?
Black people will kill black people over a stepped on shoe, looking at somebody "the wrong way", talking about them on a rap record, or an inadvertant bump in a crowded nightclub.
In my West Oakland neighborhood, I witness the violence firsthand. The hatred, jealousy, and despair that too often ends in murder.
But no matter how desperate... these same seemingly "savage" negroes would never and WILL NEVER allow their violence to spread to the white folk who live so peacefully in this violent neighborhood.
You can call a nigga a King.
He's still a nigga.
You can call a nigga a Black Man, a GOD (God forbid), divine, Asiatic, whatever.
He will still rob, beat, rape and kill a Black Woman. He'll break into your car while you sleep. He'll deny his children. He will fuck anything with a hole. He'll get high before he gets free.
You can be mad at me if you want to.
Or we can get over these damn dumb labels.
Poetry spots are filled with niggas. Dreadlocks, Red/Black/Green, incense burning, revolutionary jive talking coons.
It don't matter if you call him Trayvon Watkins or T'Shaka Rasool Azerbaijan.
White folks have a creepy, scary, wonderful way of getting us caught up with labels over content.
They have been SO successful, I can not help but to admire it. It's like rooting for the bad guy in a movie. If he's stylish, devious, and ridiculously successful, how can you not root for Darth Vader, Severus Snape or Lex Luther? (Gene Hackman, not Kevin Spacey's bullcrap performance in that piece of crap moviefilm.)
White folks have manged in the last 20 years to make slavery BLACK PEOPLE'S FAULT. Do I lie?
Slavery now, in college courses, talk radio and internet blogs was now caused by warring, savage, darkie tribes. THEY are the ones who caught, captured, and sold "their own people" into bondage. Do I lie?
If we have our way, Michael Richards will be found guilty in the court of public opinion of being a..... racist.
If found guilty, he will be the first known racist in America since George Wallace in 1963.
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