And they have the AUDACITY to be outraged.

I don't know if anyone read this story, but I thought it was quite interesting. There is a 7 yr old little girl named, Autum Ashante, who lives in New York. This isn't your average 7 year old. She happens to be a talented spoken word artist, as well as an aspiring actress & writer. Well, there is a big fuss over a particular poem she wrote referring to Christopher Columbus, Charles Darwin & Captian Morgan as vampires & pirates. I guess the truth hurts. It's amazing to me how we can live in a society where the word Nigger is in the English Dictionary, yet white people find it offensive when someone tells the truth. There was even a comment stating that she never mentioned how The Black kings in Africa sold their own to the White Slave traders. I think we all may need a History lesson. Yes, there were Kings who bartered and traded africans into the slave trade.. What does that have to do with the Murder and torture of Millions of Blacks? Did those African Kings seek out these Pirates and Murderers? No! There was a specific plan these people had in mind. They came to a land where the language was foreign and the people were strong. They promised these Kings gold and silver and enticed them with riches beyond their dreams. Do you actually believe these Kings knew that women were being brutally raped? Or that children were being sold and taken away from their mother's? No! Slavery has existed from the begining of time. Many slaves were in debt and had to work it off... thus indentured slavery existed. Africans lived a structured life. They had strong beliefs and their tribes were very tight knit. These whites/spanairds couldn't just come into this land and TAKE people. They had to bargain. And that's how it went down. Most people have never seen Shaka Zulu...a true account of what actually went down in Africa.

Anyhow back to my initial point. This child wrote a poem about REALITY. And I guess when you live in a fantasy world and reality strikes, it hits u pretty damned hard... Here is the poem and beneath that is a response to her poem. Now, mind you this little girl was INVITED to recite her poem. Had they NOT read it prior to putting her on a stage in front of hundreds of "impressional" teenagers. I mean, she is 7, so I'm sure she's a HUGE influence. LOL From what I've read she was banned from reading in the district and many parents were outraged! (WHite parents) NOTE: In Santa Monica, NIGGER was spray painted on black students lockers.. there were no WHITE parents outraged, there was a simple apology from the administration and a promise of, "We're doing all we can to rectify the situation"... We all know how the story goes. I'm sure many of us can conjure up countless acts of racism and violence where the average white person turns their head the other way.



"White Nationalism Put U In Bondage"

White nationalism is what put you in bondage
Pirate and vampires like Columbus, Morgan, and Darwin
Drank the blood of the sheep, trampled all over them with
Steel, tricks and deceit.

Nothing has changed take a look in our streets
The mis-education of she and Hegro — leaves you on your knee2grow
Black lands taken from your hands, by vampires with no remorse

They took the gold, the wisdom and all of the storytellers
They took the black women, with the black man weak
Made to watch as they changed the paradigm
Of our village

They killed the blind, they killed the lazy, they went
So far as to kill the unborn baby

Yeah White nationalism is what put you in bondage
Pirates and vampires like Columbus, Morgan, and Darwin

They drank the blood of the sheep, trampled all over them with
Steel laden feet, throw in the tricks alcohol and deceit.
Nothing has changed take a look at our streets.







The Response


I wonder what the response from the mainstream media would have been if Autum had been white?

Interestingly, Autum made no mention of the fact that it was often blacks who enslaved other blacks for the purpose of "selling" them to white slave traders on the African coast in the first place.

I actually "get" the bit about Columbus and slaver Captain (John) Morgan. But what did Charles Darwin have to do with slavery or the oppression of American blacks?

Like all Americans, Autum Ashante has the absolute right to recite her poem wherever she sees fit. But just because she has the right to deliver her diatribe, I also have the right not to like it. And I don't.

She (and I assume her father) should have chosen a different venue to deliver her lines.

But I can't deny the fact that the young Miss Ashante does provoke thought, doesn't she? And isn't that what the "Free Exchange Of Thoughts And Ideas" is all about? Read a differing viewpoint right here and a Fact Check by Roy Innis, Chair of the Congress of Racial Equality (C.O.R.E.) over there.

I believe that this talented young girl is going to continue making quite a name for herself. But whether or not she uses her remarkable gift in order to help or hurt remains to be seen.

And quite a bit of that is in the hands of her father.

Stay tuned.



Teej, here's another hot one for you... See, I'm getting all political now! LMAO

My bookstore Dilemma

Well, I've decided on a topic for my book. I'm still working on the blog idea, but awhile back I pondered writing a book on my experience as bi-racial person. So, you can imagine how excited I was to see that Angela Nissel had written a book called, "The diary of a Mixed Girl". I was anxious to read it because I was so excited to find out that there were people out there that felt JUST LIKE ME! I decide to buy the book today... I did a search for a local bookstore in Compton... My search results yielded ZERO! I was astounded. So out of curiousity I did a search for liquor stores in Compton... I came up with 64! You have to be fucking kidding me, right? 64 fucking liquor stores, but not one damned book store.. then my curiousity dug deeper... I decided to search a predominitely white city, Santa Monica and what did I find over 20 pages of several different book stores. Why is it that a city like Compton, who's population is majority black and latino has not one book store, but almost a 100 liquor stores,countless chinese food spots,& not to mention chicken spots.. well, I think it's safe to say they'd much rather see us with a 40ounce & a bag of chicken rather than a book that can provide much more substanence.

Nigga you.. Nigga Me.. Same Nigga, different race.

As many of you know, there is a bill in California that would make it illegal to be an illegal immigrant.. Hmmm.. The latino's/Latina's are protesting this bill,many have walked out of their schools/jobs today (which by the way is Caesar Chavez day) so my question is this: Why are they carrying Mexican Flags in America? If they are protesting being deported back to the very country that they fled from to gain their independence here in the US.. Why would they drape Mexican Flags as a blatant disrespect to the very country they are trying to remain in. I don't have a problem with immigrants. This country was built on immigration. Frankly, the only people that didn't just stumble upon America were black people. They were brought here in Chains and robbed of their heritage and given a new identity : Nigger/American.

My problem is this. Mexico is right next door to America. Thousands of Mexicans cross the border everyday entering this country illegally. Cali, Az, Texas and New Mexico are strongly affected by this. Here's how... 15 years ago... Life was different in So. Cali. Nowadays everything everywhere is populated by Mexicans. You can't even get a job in the swap meet if you're not bilingual. There are even corporations that are now requiring or even hiring only bilingual workers. So what does that do to the black minority? Many young blacks are unable to get jobs because they are not bilingual and unable to speak the language of the majority.. Mexicans. The problem here is why should we, Americans have to conform to people that migrate here illegally. You can't go anywhere else in the world and demand that they speak our language... Modify their schools for our children. I mean, this is crazy. My son is one 4 black students in a class of 31. There are no white kids/asians... all are latino. They split the day into two parts.. one for regular class schedule and they other for ESL.(English as a second language) In the meantime, while these non-English speaking students get half of a day to learn the English language, my son is sent to a 3rd or 4th grade class to watch a movie or play computer games... while his reading level still remains slightly below 5th grade. I don't get that!


The Black Immigrant...

How many of you know Haitans/Jamaicans that immigrate here and are immediately sent back to their countries or held in refugee camps until deportation? Many times, these immigrants are stopped in the middle of the ocean and arrested. Detained and mistreated as if they were slaves. Aaron's cousin, Barbie, a jamaican citizen has been in a federal prison for 4 yrs. Never charged with an official crime, but because she was involved with a man whom had drug dealings.. she was arressted and detained for 4 yrs. When they couldn't come up with any substantial evidence to prosecute her.. they deported her.. back to Jamaica. That just doesn't happen with Mexican citizens. They come here and have their children, they get AFDC, Section 8 and any other federally funded program they qualify for. I'm a single parent and many times cannot qualify for any assistance because I have A. one child and B.I'm not a migrant worker, mexican, or poor enough by their standards for help. So, yes I'm offended when I drive down the street and see a parade of people carrying a Mexican flag in the USA...it's a slap in the face. They take advantage of every opportunity this country affords them, while many citizens are turned away and they have the nerve to fly a flag of a country they RAN from.. literally! I'm disgusted and angered to think that they put theirselves above us, blacks. When in all actuality they are NIGGA's just like us.


In Santa Monica it was reported that many black students were being racially harassed by not white students, but latino's. These students were physically attacking the black students and writing Nigger on the walls in the bathrooms or on the lockers of black students. Santa High is predominately WHITE. So why are blacks and Mexicans fighting against one another like their in two separate classes? I will tell you why. Many Mexicans believe that blacks are beneath them. They don't want their daughter's dating black boys or their kids playing with black kids. It's sad when you think about it. Many times their skin is darker than the average black person yet they feel as if they are white. I've heard many latino's say well, Mexican is like white. I'm sorry to break it to them, but it's not! And furthermore, with this law that are great government is trying to pass further proves that at the end of day Mexican/Latino/Hispanic means one thing: NIGGA!

Wake up people! We to unite to win the fight!













SoCal students walk out to protest proposed immigration bill

LOS ANGELES (AP) -- Tens of thousands of students in Southern California have walked out and marched through streets and freeways to protest a proposal making it a felony to be an illegal immigrant.

An LAUSD spokeswoman says more than 20-thousand students have marked Cesar Chavez Day Monday by walking out of Los Angeles-area high schools.

Riverside Lieutenant Bob Meier says students passing through the Tyler Mall in Riverside threw bottles and rocks, and arrests have been made. No other details are immediately available.

After one pm, about three-hundred students and adult supporters marched onto the Harbor Freeway in downtown Los Angeles, forcing CHP officers to briefly close the northbound lanes.

The demonstrators walked about a mile before being escorted off.

No injuries have been reported.

Police in Orange County say protesters have pelted their cars with rocks and bottles throughout the day, with nobody hurt.

More than 500-thousand people rallied in Los Angeles Saturday against the bill.

(Copyright 2006 by The Associated Press. All Rights Reserved.)

And here we go....

To date I've been on many rides with Aaron. Up and down, round and round. Maybe, since I'm still on the ride I have no authority to complain about the bumps along the way. I can get off at any time. Why do I choose to live this way? I left my home, my life, my job, my friends to come back to a place that haunts my every thought... but somehow... it all feels worth it. I'm not speaking of the pain or the lies that are uncovered on a daily basis, but I'm referring to facing my demons and setting them free. I'm happy here in California. And I truly feel like my life is falling into place. There is nothing that I want more than to have a family, but you know what.. In life we create our own happy endings... we cannot depend on Prince Charming alone to do it for us.. and sometimes Prince's are really frogs in disguise.. LOL I've never loved a man the way I love Aaron. I probably never will again...

My Mother.

As of late I've been thinking of taking my blog in another direction... I am coming up on my 1 year anniversary and I wanted to make it special for myself. I want to share certain aspects of my life that I don't feel I have in the past. Situations and circumstances that I feel made me into the woman I am today... I want to start with my mother... Her name is Kathy and she is 47 years old.



My mother was born in 1959 to a German mother and Irish father. Her mother immigrated here from Europe and from what I understand she was in a concentration camp during her formative years. I have never met my grandmother and this is due to her abandoning her children when they were very young. My mother is the second oldest. I have an aunt, Annie who is 2 years older than my mom. I also have 3 other aunts and an uncle. Now, here's where it gets complicated. My mother and her sister, Annie are white. However, my aunt Molly and Uncle John, whom my grandmother left behind, are bi-racial like myself. My grandmother was involved with a black man and this was unheard of in those times! I believe she fell in love with this man and that is why she left behind her four children. My grandmother had 2 other children years later. Girls, that are bi-racial.. One named Kelly and the other named Stephanie.. In fact, Kelly was born within weeks of my own birth. I have never met either of the 2. My grandmother packed up and walked away from her family as if they'd never existed. I don't understand how someone could do something so horrible and selfish to innocent children. Soon after my mom's father left as well. Maybe he was overwhelmed at being left with 4 kids, I don't know, but my mom and her siblings were raised by an older couple who was a friend of their family. Now, I've met my grandfather. I can't say I KNOW him well, but I've spent time with him on several holiday's and he's an interesting man. I can't say that I have respect for him. He abandoned my mother too... And I don't believe he's ever apologized for it.


My mother was raised in a very abusive home. She suffered endless physical and mental abuse. She didn't leave until she became pregnant with me. She was 16 and pregant when she ran away with my black father. I don't know much about how my mother and father met, except they went to High School together. I don't really know much about anything concerning my mother and father. I remember when I was younger they fought a lot and my dad was physically and verbally abusive to my mom. She didn't stick around long. In fact, we moved to California when I was 2 and shortly after my mother left him and never looked back. My mother met my step father, Lorenzo when I was 4. My mother had 2 girls by this time. Myself and my younger sister, April who was 2 years old. My biological father was intermittently in our lives at this point and I don't remember anything too positive. My step-father took over his job and 2 years later another sister, Katina was born. Prior to marrying my mother, my step-father was married briefly in High School. He had a daughter named, Tameka who was a year younger than my sister, April. By 1983 we were a full fledged family. My mother was working 2 jobs then. I was the oldest and in charge of myself and my sisters daily functions. I made sure we got to the bus stop ok... And no one ran in the street when we played outside. I fed my baby sitter Katina and she was like my own little daughter..lol As a family, my parents always made sure we did something together on the weekends. I remember my mother making chicken salad and taking us to Santa Monica beach. When you're a child you don't know or realize what life is really about. I had no idea the stress my mother endured being under 25 yrs old with 3 kids plus a step child, 2 jobs, and a family to maintain. All that stress manifested itself into Cancer when my mother was barely 27 years old. Hodgekins Disease was the formal diagnosis. I was 10. My sister and I were sent to Arizona to live with my father and his new wife... They had 3 kids and my baby-sister, Amber was on the way. That was the loneliest time of my childhood and I can recall the memories very vividly as if I were there now. Everything was so Hush hush when it came to my mother's cancer. All we knew was she was "sick". But by me being the oldest, I knew something was desperately wrong. I remember crying at night.. Praying to God, Jesus..Even chanting Namyo Herangae Kyo (something my budist Aunt taught us) anyone or anything that would listen to my heart...I didn't want my mom to die. I was terrified that she was going to die. No one ever sat us children down and explained what the hell was going on.April and I were shipped off to another state, with family who were less than nice. First, there was my step-mother, Lissa (whom I grew to love when I was grown). She was a yeller, like my step-dad. I hated it. It scared me. She cussed a lot too. My mother never cussed, but my father did. I truly believe that is where I got this gfoul mouth I am blessed with today. LOL Then there was my Auntie C..a closet lesbian. I was her favorite..She'd raised me my first year of life. I think she always felt like I Was her daughter.She was the peacemaker in our family and the voice of reason. (Everything will be ok, she said to me once when I was afraid that my mother was going to die.) Then there was my Auntie Debbie.. She abused me in ways that will take a book to explain. She consistently referred to me as a bitch and I took more than my share of beatings from her. I hated her. My grandparents were both there. My grandfather basically ignored me. (April was his favorite) My grandmother, however taught me a lot. She would take my cousins and I out to clean people's homes.. Then she would talk about how filthy they were. Funny thing is, my grandma never liked to be called black... She has that lite skin/dark skin complex. Lastly, my bio-logical father... Who was a full fledged drug addict. I never seen him much when I lived in Arizona. I hated living there. And to some extent, I blamed my mom. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be with my mom. I used to carry around a picture of her and keep it on my desk at school. This was all before I found out my mom was white. When all of our problems started. I just wanted to share some basic info about my mom and our history and set the stage for the next part of my blog...My father has been in prison for the last 8 years. He is scheduled for release in June 2006. I seen him for time when I was 25.. 5 years ago. I have forgiven him. I don't believe my mother has. The next part of this series will be:
Remission.

to be continued.

Lately....

Well, I've been busy all week. That's because I have a new job.. Yup. And let me tell you that it's pretty damned good. Pay is great. Hours are suitable. No weekends. And working for American Honda is going to afford me the luxury of getting a new car at a great discount. Turns out all of my No's and bad experiences were just avenues to get me to the right Street. Ya dig?


Next point. The Ex factor.. now how would you feel if you lived with
your man and his EX-girlfriend shows up at his door? An ex he was sleeping with
while you were apart from him... so do u A. Make an ass of yourself and throw
a jealous tantrum? Or do you B. Hold your head high with dignity and grace
and KNOW that you're the bigger person. Oh and you have the guy. (smile)



Did anyone know dogs snore... LMAO.


Anyhow, I know that in the next few months I have a lot to do. Getting
this blog together for publishing.. making my dreams become reality is
really closer than I ever thought they would be. So, I'm focused, and I'm
so ready to do this .. right now. Oh yea! Countdown to my 30th Bday starts
April 1st... I've dreaded this day for so long, but you know what! I'm
excited.... this is a new journey I'm embarking upon. I'm leaving behind
the child that struggled during my 20s and emerging is the woman I've become.





Dee'Dee... where the HELL you been girl!

Teej.... How cold is it naked in Chi-town.. LOL

Peace

Publishing my blog...

Miss Dominique presented a great idea... turn my blog into a book. I love it! So over the next month or so I am going to go thru my blog and take out what I need and add to what I have... present it to her.. and we can go from there... I'm thinking of this as the cover and title of my blog book...





Tell me what you think!