African-Americans Create Their Own Dismal Circumstances

Life minus education and economics equals failure. In addition, the breakdown of culture divided by fatherlessness and supportive guidance—especially among boys—creates an energetic lacking of life-path directions and morals. All of this multiplied by millions equals carnage, a profound sense of anguish, and apathy that is so entrenched, astonishing, and wide-spread it bewilders one’s senses.


Quite frankly, as a human being, I am embarrassed, as well as sickened to the core of my heart, mind, and soul that in the 21st century, our children have proliferated to habitually killing one another and people at random.

I live in Chicago where a total and shocking collapse of respect for human life exist—for which I cannot begin to describe the magnitude of my personal pain and shame.

I travel this nation. And I witness, read, and hear about the same alarming carnage that is being carried out by our children in Chicago is occurring everywhere I go. Our dreadful socio-economic circumstances even expand the globe. Needless to say: I am framed in shame.

I am perpetually flummoxed by the fact that African-Americans still jump out into the street—in mass, in 2013—and march with signs reading: STOP THE KILLING! And each time I see this, I’m more convinced that my people are stuck in a mind-set that marching will somehow solve our problems and/or “stop the killing.” I’m mortified by this.

I really become incensed when I see people like [“Rev”] Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton grand-marshaling fake-marches with people whose kids are being slaughtered in family proportions. And the reason I’m increasingly and rabidly angered is because Jessie Jackson and other “black” so-called leaders know exactly what must be done to reverse the lethal social and bleak economics conditions permeating throughout every African-American community in the United States of American.

During the past 40+ years, never have I witnessed so-called leaders implementing strategies or utilizing the same type of resources and principles they used to better themselves and the lives of their children

Had the self-proclaimed civil rights preachers in African-American communities employed the methods they applied in raising their own children—especially in conjunction with the billions of government-allocated anti-poverty funds they received, controlled and disbursed to themselves and their wealthy friends over the past 40 years—today, we would not be submerged in a cesspool of soaring crime, high-employment, and low education; and we largely would not be “low information” voters. Misguidance and low-ingenuity perpetrated by people like Jessie Jackson, Al Sharpton, and most African-American preachers and politicians drives my stringent resentment towards them.

The problem is we—as African-Americans—are still failing to build an economic coalition among ourselves to divert a massive portion of the half-trillion dollars+ we contribute to the national economy in ways that will directly improve our economic conditions—especially for our fathers, husbands and sons.

I cannot—for the life of me—wrap my mind around why African-Americans are so economically backwards and against one another. Somebody! Please help me understand why we are not helping ourselves! Coming together to help ourselves is not rocket science—for God’s sake! We are already—and have been for a centuries—contributing to the economic superiority of every race on the planet except our own. Yet, we are worse-off now than we were in the 1960’s prior to the assassination of Dr. King in 1968.

Today, we’re still marching against high-crime, etc. We’ve marched in the past! We marched again! And marched some more! Remember [the]: two “Million Men” marches and one “Million Women” march, during which we spent—for each march—a minimum of $300.00 each to attend. Check-out the math as follows:

3,000,000,000 (People)
x $____ 300 (Spent Per person)= $900,000,000(Nine-Hundred Million Dollars)

Combined, African-Americans spent $900,000,000 million—nearly one-billion dollars, if not a billion-plus—to attend three marches to hear facsimile messages at 2 [of the marches].

*Imagine the prosperous economic impact on our communities had we—back then—invested nearly a billion dollars in an investment fund to expand and create African-American owned businesses and jobs. We’d be better off today—in the year 2013—and many of our people—especially our fathers, husbands, and sons—would be employed as opposed to standing on street corners drifting, drinking, doing drugs, robbing, stealing, and killing.

But I’m ready to try again to do something about it! I’m so ready,

Mid-Summer 2013 I wrote to and asked Mellody Hobson, President of Ariel Investments, Inc. (in Chicago) to create and manage an investment fund if we become successful at encouraging African-Americans to contribute to such as fund for the above-stated purposes.

Several weeks after Ms. Hobson's wedding, she sent a very nice note explaining that her busy schedule would not permit her to do so. But I am not discouraged.

My position remains the same, and I am not discouraged. I am going to continue pursuing my people to focus on our collective economic possibilities. I still propose that instead of marching, let’s invest a minimum of $100.00 (One Hundred Dollars) each—millions of us—in an investment fund to put our people on the road of economic prosperity.

If we are not willing to do this, we are not willing to change our dismal economic and social conditions. And, we’ll continue to be disregarded by others, disrespected and murdered by our children, and our fathers, husbands, and sons will never benefit from the power of our economic contributions to a society that is hell-bent on keeping them—our fathers, husbands, and sons debased and subjugated. Let us save ourselves from ourselves!

Are you willing? If so, send me an email to saishebrokesom@hotmail.com and I’ll forward it to Mellody Hobson (Google Ms. Hobson and read her background). In the “Subject” box type: Support of an Investment Fund. Express your views, or leave a comment on my blog with your name and number, or email address. Please and thank you.

Forever, Saishe!