A Strong Message From a Young Brother at UCLA

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In 1996, conservatives managed to re-segregate California Universities. Heavily financed by conservative funding groups like the Koch brothers, conservatives were able to flood the airwaves with racist messaging to sway voter opinion. Using their most effective Uncle Tom, Ward Connerly as a front man, and threatening Asian students and parents with restrictions – conservatives were able to put a thin non-racist coat of paint on the New Jim Crow.

As a youngster growing up, may of my peers thought going to a UCLA, USC or Berkley would be a dream come true. These were the days before Affirmative Action, and the number of black folks on the campuses was actually larger than it is now. And that was back in the late 60’s, when the Southern School I went to only had a half dozen or so black males on a campus of about 10,000 who weren’t on sports scholarships.

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Suddenly

A door opened with the call
Funny thing I had no expectation
I had no expectation at all

Thinking back I should have known
Her subatomic energy pixilized uniquely on my HP screen. We laughed sending
messages about being country and the prism of insight that being southern
brings

And I reached for my phone. See she promised she’d make time just for me.
She’d sit down and listen no distractions when I called her at home.

Can you believe the phone had no power. No power at all. Huh. It’s 9:55 and
she promised she’d be available and listen for my after 10 call

She said, my baby girl will be in bed. And I will make time for you. Well
she didn’t say it. It was a text message from dating site is what’s true.

And an hour later her name is and she feels just like me. She had truths to
share and pains to bear. Just like me.

And an hour later our stories blended together on the line. Our laughs
married in harmony. The Sweet cadence of her breath and tone were charming
me.

And she Is and and I am and God please don’t fool me Cause this may be a
wrap and she is speaking to my spirit and what she not saying my heart can
hear it.

And she is and I am Corneilius And we talked to each other just us no
representatives. And she exposed her fears and I showed scars from the
hurts. God must be on the line and his plan must be at work.

And we held on to the moment as hands clutch sand in the wind. Like
children, we were new friends on the playground hoping the sunlight never
to dim.

And in the moments there was hope and in the moment there is hope. I may
not be alone on this float. And I may have a friend for this ride and we
can road trip side by side.

And we can laugh and together we can cry and we can scream then in the
morning share the sun peaking through our window together blessed and
wonder why.

And what am I saying. We’d already hung up the phone. It’s really late and
I here all alone. But a door opened on that line. And I have prepared for
this moment. The moment to catch my blessing to receive the favor that’s
mine.

Goodnight

This is how we do
This is how we do
Everyday all day

As the DJ spins
As bodies sway
As heads nod

As the moment throbs
As she smiles to forget
As he stares and sips

And we inhale as air moments without cares
As ebony eyes across the bar stare
All on beat all in these seconds
We share

And legs, asses and smiles
Lies, laughs,and style blend
And hips lips and dreads

And she lift drinks and spreads
While over there she flirts
And he smiles as she works

Big girl twerks and pushes
In his lap, on her lap
While lil Wayne raps

And
Even if she go away
Even if she go away

The moment lasts
While I’m am transfixed on that ass
And she is wearing blue
And long hair flows
And oh… Those toes

And yeah it’s her smile
And she speaks to me with words twisted
And I’m serving her with drinks gifted

I pause to check my phone
While the next man up
He’s trying to take her home

And this is another night
At the club
And this is
Another evening spent alone

We Are At War

We have lived in occupation
Many cities one Black occupied nation
Rewrite the history
Books of lies
Tell truth to wrongs and kill the allibis. This is war.

Uplift the truth tellers
Release the dime bag weed sellers
Time for penny any crime
Lock up the double digit unemployment rate
No safe space for blackness drowned in dark hate

And you stand appauled
Man women child on back and defiled
Brains rearranged – Frankenstein
Reality redefined in these times

Bound by bitter truth
No resources no pot to piss in
No roof
This snarling dog is ruthless
Kill, be killed, or die hopeless

And most ain’t soldiers
They toothless
They ain’t real
Reality TV
Selves defined outside of production have no function

No Wise dome
Men without a throne
Leaving their women ass out
And kids assed out
hoed crawling on knees for dollars and babes boiling and black and brown
bodies spoiling in squaller

And in church we holla
And come home in silence
Ducking drugs, thugs, and violence
Leaving In fear of expired tags

More concerned with designer threads
Than teaching the young heads
Fools Focus on foreign cars
lost souls smiling dancing with stars

Sorry sambo their is no cure
Mediocrity privileged and Mumbo Jumbo lines, wrapped in flags,
Gender identity and white folks minds.

CVS got perks that’s the revolution
As our sons listen and twerk that’s called pollution
And we blaze for days and daze
Time passing away

As we pass away. Pass the loud they say. Living in loud silence. Boys in
perpetual hyper musculated fear. No stock to exchange they exchange from
stocks and barrel as mothers cry and the voices of fathers muted by sirens,
bass, and child support systems -black men are mimes in this confusion
-nobody listens.

We have lived in occupation
Many cities one Black occupied nation
Rewrite the history
Books of lies
Tell truth to wrongs and kill the allibis. We are at war.

Tales of The End of Segregation – Prince William County, Va. Schools

History

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This may seem like ancient history to some folks, but I lived through some of this in an adjoining county – and I’m not retirement age yet.

Desegregation in Virginia, as I as it was in other southern states was a battle. In Prince Edwards County, only about 25 miles from Washington, DC. it extended into the longest battle in the country.

My Mom actually taught at the sister school to this one. It was a one room school, without electricity. She later taught at the Cub Run School, another one room school located on the grounds of what is now the Udvar-Hazy Air Museum adjacent to Dulles Airport from 1949 to 1952.

Desegregation of schools didn’t happen overnight, and some counties actively resisted until the bitter end. There was the requisite violence by the usual suspects, as well as threats and intimidation. One of my cousins lost 4 years of…

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Peace Orders & Racism

Politics of racism…

a Princess on Every Street

Please let them know….

Economically fuelled black political participation

Economically fuelled black political participation.

Economically fuelled black political participation

Educational

Upliftment Information

There are presidential elections coming and as Dr Claude Anderson speaks about there is the potential for black people to have a say in politics, within America, I am not saying we will get much but we must at least show some of the following:

• Unification
• Seriousness
• Intent

Considering each of the above, we as a race are not currently unified, either in the US, Caribbean, South and Central America or in Africa. We need to put asside our differentces, in a discussion which I was having I listed at least 5 different cateogaries of black people which did not agree and were not able to see race as a way in which we could work together. These groups were:

• Religious

• Middle class

• Working class

• Concious

• Entrepreneur

The religious persons, only unite with each others denomination, e.g. Christians unite with other Christians despite colour, Muslims unite with other Muslims despite…

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Black Love, Or Lack of It

Hey nosies!

If you were asked to list the names of three black married couples, who would be the first to come to mind? Seriously, list them.

1.

2.

3.

Growing up an African American woman, I have always struggled with the shortage of visible images representing Black unity and marriage.  Its not to say that they don’t exist, because they do.  But being deprived of these images, especially in the media, has made the concept of a solid black family seem almost unobtainable at times.

Sure, we have “society-approved” or “token” Black couples who receive widespread attention and publicity.  In fact, I’m sure that one (if not all) of the three couples you listed earlier are pictured below.

And there’s nothing wrong with these images!  All of these relationships encompass a dynamic ingredient of success for a recipe unknown to many of us.  All of these relationships serve as blueprints in an area that could benefit from more direction and guidance…

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