This issue is a very sensitive matter with me. I. HAVE. ALWAYS. HAD. PROBLEMS. WITH. MOTHERS (PEOPLE). WHO. DO. THIS!
I'm going to hit home, and I know what I'm about to tell you about my daughter will ring true for many mothers (and fathers/guardians/adults) who are as guilty of this to some degree or another.
I have a grandson who recently left for college.
Prior to him leaving, we had dinner at his favorite restaurant. But on the way to the restaurant, via my peripheral vision, I noticed him staring at me. Knowing of his most recent incident of having been horrifically verbally and physically abused by his mother (my daughter), I glanced over at him asking, reaching for his hand: "What's the matter? Are you okay?"
He smiled and said quietly : "I'm good. I just love you so much."
His proclamation touched my core. I quickly retorted: "Not more than I love you."
He replied beaming: "You can't measure my love for you, grandmother"
I replied: "Ah! But I have been loving you longer." Then I asked again: "What's wrong? I know you. Something is bothering you."
At that instant, he burst into tears, at which point I pulled over, urging him to tell me what was going on.
He looked me square in the eyes and asked me: "How come my mother does not love me like you and grandmother (who is really his [last living] great grandmother--he calls all of us "grandmother) do? She's not like you. What is wrong with her?"
As chunky tears welled in my eyes, holding his hand as I drove, I started again toward our destination, stating: "She loves you. She just has issues. She was never treated the way she treats you. She was never abused verbally, emotionally, physically or otherwise by anyone when she was growing up. If anything, she's spoiled and selfish. I have to admit she is the nastiest of the nastiest people I know. And I'm ashamed of her. I'm sad that all the talking I've done to her has not yielded a resolution to this situation. We've solved many-a-problems, but not this one, and I don't know why. I'm praying she'll change. She's been asking me for years if I think you're beginning to hate her. So, she knows what she's doing is wrong. She knows how much she is hurting you--and me, and everybody else she disrespects."
"But grandmother, she's been treating me like this all of my life--since I was in preschool, and I'm about the leave for college and it's still happening--and it has gotten worse.
"What kind of mother stabs their child--not once, but twice? What kind of mother calls her child all kinds of bitches and motherfuckers, and tell him he ain't shit--he's just like his daddy? What kind of mother does that? I'm 18 years old, and she's still beating on me, cussing me out. Man! I keep telling you, grandmother, she never wanted me. She never wanted me because my dad didn't want her. The things she says to me, grandmother..." His voice trailed off.
By now we had arrived at the restaurant, where we sat in the parking lot talking through his emotional pain (like we have done many, many times in the past). By the time we concluded our heart-to-heart talk, he had recaptured the many words of wisdom I have imparted to him during the many crisis we faced over the years involving my daughter. (Mind you: She is not on drugs--that I know of; she works a good job; has never struggled financially because of my tenured/constant, and very generous financial help since my grandson has been in the world. She also has an extended family/financial support base--a support base that the average mother would give a right arm to have. In fact, she is a proficient swindler, and has therefore never been short on cash.)
For dinner, we ordered several entrees. Our table looked like a buffet. During the course of dinner, we talked about many times we were together shopping or at lunch or dinner, times when we encountered funny, weird, and sad situations--reliving each instance we recalled. He ate himself silly. We laughed a lot and had a really good time.
Near the end of dinner, he asked me: "Grandmother, are you proud of me for turning out to be good and focused, and not allowing all the bad things my mother has said and done to me affect me negatively?
I asked for both his hands, enveloping them in mine as best I could (because his hands are huge), and I said to him firmly: "I'm not only proud of you, I am extremely grateful that you've turned out to be an extraordinarily smart, good, and loving young man. I love you. And, I'm going to tell you this: Now that you are 18 years old, I can officially beat-the-brakes off your mama if she ever hurt you again."
He launched into loud, unrestrained laughter and we left heading home.
There are millions of children who endure abuse like my grandson, and millions endure far worse than he ever experienced.
I'm not excusing fathers, but children are more likely to spend all or most of their childhood years under the guardianship of their mothers, and are more likely to be verbally, emotionally, and physically abused by their mothers.
I am not talking about jumping in their butts about things they are not doing correctly or are told to do. I'm talking about unprovoked verbal, emotional, and physical abuse--the caliber of abuse that last and affects a child throughout his or her life, affecting how they deal with others, and eventually their own children.
When a child is abused, they are likely to grow up and become abusers, i.e., children mimic what they hear, see, and experience; and the cycle repeats itself until an abused child commits not to become an abuser--like I did. (I was an abused child, which I will talk about in another posting, and I will share how I broke the cycle by making a commitment not to copy my mother's abusive ways. I had too much innate love in me. I knew I was different--so different, I knew I had to teach my mother how not to be an abuser, as well as how to love.)
Stay strong.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back!
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Anatomy of Gang Bangers: Can't Read. Can't Reason
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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Black Women Help Employ Other Races of Children--Not Their Own
That's right!
When we spend our money with other races of people (such as Caucasians, Hispanics, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians, etc.) we willingly give them the money they need to live comfortable, over the top life-styles. The billions of dollars we spend with them allow them to:
Have you ever noticed that Whites, Hispanics, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians do not use black professionals for any of their services; they do not spend their money with black people under any circumstances--not one penny, ever! I get very angry every time I think about these facts.
Why do I focus on black women--and not men--for not doing what we need to do to cure our social and economic ills?
I focus on black women because our children grow-up and do what they watched us do when they were growing up. Most--not all black women--failed to train our children to support one another. Our children were not taught the importance of supporting black businesses, using black salespeople when buying big-ticket items like homes, cars, furniture, and services from black doctors, accountants, insurance agents, lawyers, etc. Rather, our children heard many of us criticizing black men, black business owners, black professionals--the only black person that got a pass in the black community was the "pastor." SAD! But, nevertheless, we're going to fix it. Right?
Based on the economic strength of black people and the billions of dollars we spend, there should not be one black child lacking in the basics such as like food, safe housing, and clothes; unemployed black men should be at a minimum; black children and young adults should be able to get jobs (summer and otherwise); black women and their families should be able to live better than we are, and where we want to. But we're not, because despite the billions of dollars we contribute to the fine living of other races of people, they do not extend the same monetary considerations to black people.
We must leverage (influence/control) our economic strength to benefit our own families by being mindful of where, with, and through whom we spend our money. For example, when you are shopping do what every other race does: Go to the member of your race--the black salesperson--whenever, wherever, and for whatever you're shopping for. Buy or switch your home/car insurance agent to a black agent/broker--simply locate one and let them know you want to shift your current policy/account to them from [the non-black agent/broker], and you don't have to change insurance companies to do it--I did it, with ease. When you go buy a car, use the black salesperson--seek them out; don't see one? Leave. Make the sacrifice by seeking out opportunities to contribute to the economic existence/upward mobility of black people, especially our men. If a Chevrolet dealer is the only dealership with black salespeople/men on staff, then we should be buying Chevrolet-brands through those black salespeople/men--even if we have to sit and wait for him/her to finish with the new car buyer ahead of us. We have to start making sacrifices in every facet of our lives in order to improve the economic conditions of our people.
Caucasians are more inclined to hire black women and a few of men and young people. But, by-in-large, we are the largest unemployed race of people on the continents of North America, Africa, and Europe, and that shouldn't be. We've got to do it for ourselves without much delay.
If we change our behavior, we will be able to change the behavior of our children.
Again, I pray. I retreat to stay to fight another day.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back! Comments, please.
When we spend our money with other races of people (such as Caucasians, Hispanics, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians, etc.) we willingly give them the money they need to live comfortable, over the top life-styles. The billions of dollars we spend with them allow them to:
- Purchase luxury homes, cars, boats, planes;
- Buy their kids everything they need and whatever they want, when they want it;
- Provide/buy the basics for their kids/families required to live, e.g., food, safe housing, clothes--all with great ease;
- Pay for theirs' and their kids' education;
- Make whatever type of purchases they desire--and cost is never an issue;
- Take vacations whenever and wherever they desire;
- Save millions/billions of dollars that they receive from black women, men and children;
- Invest millions/billions of dollars--none of which is invested to benefit black people who spend money with them--for centuries;
- Disregard the need for jobs and other economic opportunities for African-American men, women and children. Stop! Just think about this for a moment.
Have you ever noticed that Whites, Hispanics, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians do not use black professionals for any of their services; they do not spend their money with black people under any circumstances--not one penny, ever! I get very angry every time I think about these facts.
Why do I focus on black women--and not men--for not doing what we need to do to cure our social and economic ills?
I focus on black women because our children grow-up and do what they watched us do when they were growing up. Most--not all black women--failed to train our children to support one another. Our children were not taught the importance of supporting black businesses, using black salespeople when buying big-ticket items like homes, cars, furniture, and services from black doctors, accountants, insurance agents, lawyers, etc. Rather, our children heard many of us criticizing black men, black business owners, black professionals--the only black person that got a pass in the black community was the "pastor." SAD! But, nevertheless, we're going to fix it. Right?
Based on the economic strength of black people and the billions of dollars we spend, there should not be one black child lacking in the basics such as like food, safe housing, and clothes; unemployed black men should be at a minimum; black children and young adults should be able to get jobs (summer and otherwise); black women and their families should be able to live better than we are, and where we want to. But we're not, because despite the billions of dollars we contribute to the fine living of other races of people, they do not extend the same monetary considerations to black people.
We must leverage (influence/control) our economic strength to benefit our own families by being mindful of where, with, and through whom we spend our money. For example, when you are shopping do what every other race does: Go to the member of your race--the black salesperson--whenever, wherever, and for whatever you're shopping for. Buy or switch your home/car insurance agent to a black agent/broker--simply locate one and let them know you want to shift your current policy/account to them from [the non-black agent/broker], and you don't have to change insurance companies to do it--I did it, with ease. When you go buy a car, use the black salesperson--seek them out; don't see one? Leave. Make the sacrifice by seeking out opportunities to contribute to the economic existence/upward mobility of black people, especially our men. If a Chevrolet dealer is the only dealership with black salespeople/men on staff, then we should be buying Chevrolet-brands through those black salespeople/men--even if we have to sit and wait for him/her to finish with the new car buyer ahead of us. We have to start making sacrifices in every facet of our lives in order to improve the economic conditions of our people.
Caucasians are more inclined to hire black women and a few of men and young people. But, by-in-large, we are the largest unemployed race of people on the continents of North America, Africa, and Europe, and that shouldn't be. We've got to do it for ourselves without much delay.
If we change our behavior, we will be able to change the behavior of our children.
Again, I pray. I retreat to stay to fight another day.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back! Comments, please.
Monday, October 1, 2012
No Excuses: Black Women Must Support Black Economic Unity To Cure Our Social Ills
Okay! Here we go! The fight is about to break-out.
I begin by making one thing clear regarding the above title: As black women, we have an obligation to step-up and/or initiate the process of financially supporting black-owned businesses, salespeople in other peoples' businesses, professionals, movie-makers, etc. whenever we need or want to spend our money in the "marketplace." We can no longer afford not to. Are you clear on that?
Frequently, black women tell me: "It's hard doing business with black people...Black [business] people are not reliable...They don't do good work...I can't find blacks to do the work...They don't show up...Blacks charge too much money...blah, blah, blah! Like I said: We are our own worst enemy. I am beyond ashamed of [the] blacks that believe and practice such self-oppressive rhetoric. We are in social and economic crisis mode due to this type of thinking and practices, i.e., we make it possible for everyone else to create jobs/wealth for their families by patronizing their businesses, while flat-out refusing to shop with and through blacks.
I am sick of black women [and men] advocating such [a] blanket indictment against black businesses, professionals, etc. I am sick with it! There is no excuse in the world as to why you/we should not [be] support[ing] black businesses, professionals, and blacks working in establishments owned by non-blacks.
Has it ever occurred to you that black people are [still] largely in an unfavorable economic position--globally--because of the negative attitudes we harbor against our own people? Has it ever occurred to you that other races of people prosper because they [financially] support each other (they are trained culturally to do so)? Has it ever occurred to you that other races of people embrace their moral obligation--with pride--to successfully build economic foundations from which to thrive for their people? Has it occurred to you, yet, that it is this backwards way of thinking and doing that is keeping us from achieving prosperity in masses? "White" people aren't holding us back. We are!
Black people are a very capable people. We're just not collectively utilizing our resources to benefit our people.
Pay close attention here: Collectively, we are a sleeping economic giant. A white man's greatest fear is for a black man to ascertain and sustain economic parity or superiority, and a black [wo-]man's greatest fear is actually doing it. Crazy, ain't it?!
Why?
Because our economic salvation would be their economic sacrifice--somebody has to be on the bottom. I'm simply suggesting that we engage a real-time economic strategy to take [a] top tier.
Racism is not grounded in the color of one's skin. Racism is anchored by economics--BELIEVE THAT!
Let me bring something to your attention: I once served as a Membership Chairman for the Boy Scouts of America, a top Chicago Police Commander was my co-chair, and an ex-mayor of Chicago [Eugene Sawyer] was our District Chief.
One night, we were in a planning meeting for our district's boy scouts units--blacks, whites, Hispanics, men, women--from every profession you can name was in attendance. Intelligent people, right? Right! Then the question came up about where to hold our regular meetings. White guy says: "I don't think we should have our meetings [over here anymore] in black community because people will be too afraid to come over here." (Mind you: we were meeting in an upper-middle class, well-maintained black community in a church.)
The lady who, at that time, recruited [ex-mayor] Eugene Sawyer to become the District Chief spoke up and stated: "Too afraid? I can't believe you said that! You all come to the black community to open your businesses everyday, sells drugs and guns, and you all come over here to f---! You all need to stop telling that lie--too afraid...you all eat our cooking and our p---- to. So do not insult us like that ever again."
The point is: Whites, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians, and anybody else you want to name come to the black community to open and do business, see [their] women, sell drugs and guns to our children, and otherwise engage in multiple activities. But what they won't do is give black people jobs or economic opportunities (and we're so stupid, we're okay with that). Out of all the groups of races named, whites are twice--three times--more likely to give black people jobs.
In Chicago, back in the 1980's, it was a black women's organization that forced the issue of Arabs and Koreans hiring black people--from whom they realize 100% of their revenues. And believe it or not, it was Rev. Jessie L. Jackson and Rev. Willie Barrow (Operation Push) that interceded on behalf of the Arabs to try and stop us from pressuring Arabs for jobs--can you believe that? BELIEVE IT! (One day in the near future, I'll will discuss the carpet-begging, robber-baron, so-called black leaders in the black community, especially here in Chicago--the ones who have been standing our our necks for 40+ years, sucking the life out of whole communities via mismanagement of anti-poverty funds and pretend civil rights movements.)
I'm pissed-off! I'm ready to fight!
For you I pray. I retreat to stay and fight another day.
Love, Saishe. Holla-back!
I begin by making one thing clear regarding the above title: As black women, we have an obligation to step-up and/or initiate the process of financially supporting black-owned businesses, salespeople in other peoples' businesses, professionals, movie-makers, etc. whenever we need or want to spend our money in the "marketplace." We can no longer afford not to. Are you clear on that?
Frequently, black women tell me: "It's hard doing business with black people...Black [business] people are not reliable...They don't do good work...I can't find blacks to do the work...They don't show up...Blacks charge too much money...blah, blah, blah! Like I said: We are our own worst enemy. I am beyond ashamed of [the] blacks that believe and practice such self-oppressive rhetoric. We are in social and economic crisis mode due to this type of thinking and practices, i.e., we make it possible for everyone else to create jobs/wealth for their families by patronizing their businesses, while flat-out refusing to shop with and through blacks.
I am sick of black women [and men] advocating such [a] blanket indictment against black businesses, professionals, etc. I am sick with it! There is no excuse in the world as to why you/we should not [be] support[ing] black businesses, professionals, and blacks working in establishments owned by non-blacks.
Has it ever occurred to you that black people are [still] largely in an unfavorable economic position--globally--because of the negative attitudes we harbor against our own people? Has it ever occurred to you that other races of people prosper because they [financially] support each other (they are trained culturally to do so)? Has it ever occurred to you that other races of people embrace their moral obligation--with pride--to successfully build economic foundations from which to thrive for their people? Has it occurred to you, yet, that it is this backwards way of thinking and doing that is keeping us from achieving prosperity in masses? "White" people aren't holding us back. We are!
Black people are a very capable people. We're just not collectively utilizing our resources to benefit our people.
Pay close attention here: Collectively, we are a sleeping economic giant. A white man's greatest fear is for a black man to ascertain and sustain economic parity or superiority, and a black [wo-]man's greatest fear is actually doing it. Crazy, ain't it?!
Why?
Because our economic salvation would be their economic sacrifice--somebody has to be on the bottom. I'm simply suggesting that we engage a real-time economic strategy to take [a] top tier.
Racism is not grounded in the color of one's skin. Racism is anchored by economics--BELIEVE THAT!
Let me bring something to your attention: I once served as a Membership Chairman for the Boy Scouts of America, a top Chicago Police Commander was my co-chair, and an ex-mayor of Chicago [Eugene Sawyer] was our District Chief.
One night, we were in a planning meeting for our district's boy scouts units--blacks, whites, Hispanics, men, women--from every profession you can name was in attendance. Intelligent people, right? Right! Then the question came up about where to hold our regular meetings. White guy says: "I don't think we should have our meetings [over here anymore] in black community because people will be too afraid to come over here." (Mind you: we were meeting in an upper-middle class, well-maintained black community in a church.)
The lady who, at that time, recruited [ex-mayor] Eugene Sawyer to become the District Chief spoke up and stated: "Too afraid? I can't believe you said that! You all come to the black community to open your businesses everyday, sells drugs and guns, and you all come over here to f---! You all need to stop telling that lie--too afraid...you all eat our cooking and our p---- to. So do not insult us like that ever again."
The point is: Whites, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, Egyptians, and anybody else you want to name come to the black community to open and do business, see [their] women, sell drugs and guns to our children, and otherwise engage in multiple activities. But what they won't do is give black people jobs or economic opportunities (and we're so stupid, we're okay with that). Out of all the groups of races named, whites are twice--three times--more likely to give black people jobs.
In Chicago, back in the 1980's, it was a black women's organization that forced the issue of Arabs and Koreans hiring black people--from whom they realize 100% of their revenues. And believe it or not, it was Rev. Jessie L. Jackson and Rev. Willie Barrow (Operation Push) that interceded on behalf of the Arabs to try and stop us from pressuring Arabs for jobs--can you believe that? BELIEVE IT! (One day in the near future, I'll will discuss the carpet-begging, robber-baron, so-called black leaders in the black community, especially here in Chicago--the ones who have been standing our our necks for 40+ years, sucking the life out of whole communities via mismanagement of anti-poverty funds and pretend civil rights movements.)
I'm pissed-off! I'm ready to fight!
For you I pray. I retreat to stay and fight another day.
Love, Saishe. Holla-back!
I Witness. I Swear. I Do Delcare!
Everyday, I witness us [women] being unfriendly with one another.
I swear I'm not willing to accept this.
So I hereby declare: HELP ME TO HELP US TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Before we can tackle our social and economic issues, as women, we must renew, pronounce, and practice our love for one another--a coming together love-fest.
Why do I say this?
For Example:
For years, I've been conducting my own undercover experiment--no one knows I'm doing it except me. As I encounter and make eye-to-eye with [individual] black women, either walking, driving, etc., I smile and say hello or nod in the affirmative. I might get one smile back and/or one "Hi" or "Hello" out of every 10 women I encounter. Some of them look perplexed as to why I am smiling or speaking to them before actually smiling/greeting me. A few immediately burst into smiling, enthusiastically responding "Hi. How are you?" Most do not smile or greet me back at all. And some even roll their eyes.
Last week, I parked my car near downtown Chicago and rode the bus the remainder of the way. When I got on the bus, I said in a moderate pleasant tone: "Good morning, everybody." No one said a word. Instead, most of them looked at me as though I was an escaped mental patient. It made me laugh. Then I scrutinized the inquisitive faces sizing me up and asked aloud: "Are you all really not going to say good morning to me?" They really thought I was crazy then. I guess[ed] their respective assumption was understandable because I was laughing--truly tickled by the fact that [those] people thought I was "special" because I not only greeted them, but asked them if they were going to greet me back. Mind you: These were all African-American women--young, middle-aged, and seniors.
After taking a seat, the lady I sat next to asked: "How are you this morning?"
Still tickled, I replied: "I'm blessed. But I am amazed at how unfriendly we are with one another."
Before her next statement, the lady studied me pensively as to gauge whether or not I was truly crazy. She stated: "I'm sorry for not acknowledging your greeting when you got on the bus. But you know how it is out here: People are crazy. You never know where they're coming from..." We went on to have a pleasant conversation about us.
When I got off the bus, a young lady--approximately 18-20 years old--got off behind me and said: "Hey, Miss. I didn't think you were crazy. I just thought it was unusual for someone to speak to everybody. Thank you. You made my day."
These experiences serve as a barometer as to how much avocation has to be done to improve our relations with each other.
Another Example:
While exiting Walmart one recent Saturday, A young boy [age 10/12 years old] standing outside the store holding a box of M&M's candy asked me if I wanted to buy some candy for his team fundraiser. Of course I bought 5 packs. But while I was digging in my pocket, he asked a couple more black women, and both of them rudely dismissed him. I paid him and rushed to catch-up with them. I explained to them that that little boy belongs to us and as mothers, etc., we have a responsibility to support him. They listened, agreed, and walked back to buy some candy. One asked me how much it cost. I said: "$1.00 per pack." They each bought 2 packs. I was proud of them--and so was the little boy.
We're going to have to get this "I love you. You're my sister/my children" thing right.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back. Leave a comment please--good, bad, or indifferent.
I swear I'm not willing to accept this.
So I hereby declare: HELP ME TO HELP US TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER.
Before we can tackle our social and economic issues, as women, we must renew, pronounce, and practice our love for one another--a coming together love-fest.
Why do I say this?
For Example:
For years, I've been conducting my own undercover experiment--no one knows I'm doing it except me. As I encounter and make eye-to-eye with [individual] black women, either walking, driving, etc., I smile and say hello or nod in the affirmative. I might get one smile back and/or one "Hi" or "Hello" out of every 10 women I encounter. Some of them look perplexed as to why I am smiling or speaking to them before actually smiling/greeting me. A few immediately burst into smiling, enthusiastically responding "Hi. How are you?" Most do not smile or greet me back at all. And some even roll their eyes.
Last week, I parked my car near downtown Chicago and rode the bus the remainder of the way. When I got on the bus, I said in a moderate pleasant tone: "Good morning, everybody." No one said a word. Instead, most of them looked at me as though I was an escaped mental patient. It made me laugh. Then I scrutinized the inquisitive faces sizing me up and asked aloud: "Are you all really not going to say good morning to me?" They really thought I was crazy then. I guess[ed] their respective assumption was understandable because I was laughing--truly tickled by the fact that [those] people thought I was "special" because I not only greeted them, but asked them if they were going to greet me back. Mind you: These were all African-American women--young, middle-aged, and seniors.
After taking a seat, the lady I sat next to asked: "How are you this morning?"
Still tickled, I replied: "I'm blessed. But I am amazed at how unfriendly we are with one another."
Before her next statement, the lady studied me pensively as to gauge whether or not I was truly crazy. She stated: "I'm sorry for not acknowledging your greeting when you got on the bus. But you know how it is out here: People are crazy. You never know where they're coming from..." We went on to have a pleasant conversation about us.
When I got off the bus, a young lady--approximately 18-20 years old--got off behind me and said: "Hey, Miss. I didn't think you were crazy. I just thought it was unusual for someone to speak to everybody. Thank you. You made my day."
These experiences serve as a barometer as to how much avocation has to be done to improve our relations with each other.
Another Example:
While exiting Walmart one recent Saturday, A young boy [age 10/12 years old] standing outside the store holding a box of M&M's candy asked me if I wanted to buy some candy for his team fundraiser. Of course I bought 5 packs. But while I was digging in my pocket, he asked a couple more black women, and both of them rudely dismissed him. I paid him and rushed to catch-up with them. I explained to them that that little boy belongs to us and as mothers, etc., we have a responsibility to support him. They listened, agreed, and walked back to buy some candy. One asked me how much it cost. I said: "$1.00 per pack." They each bought 2 packs. I was proud of them--and so was the little boy.
We're going to have to get this "I love you. You're my sister/my children" thing right.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back. Leave a comment please--good, bad, or indifferent.
Friday, September 28, 2012
You Wanna Know Why I'm Mad & Wanna Fight?
I hope you join me on this journey to change the minds of millions of black women via fuss mode because asking/begging them--one-on-one--hasn't been working for decades--not in America anyway, and therefore, I decided to put-it-down like it is. I'm fussing! Oh! You might want to fight! Just stay around and listen to what I have to say about us and too many of our unruly, misguided, mis[under]-educated children. If the shoe fits, wear it. If it doesn't, know that I'm not talking about you, but rather, "them" who the shoe(s) fit.
I'm disappointed in black people, especially black women--not that I am not disappointed in black men as well. But this is between me and my sisters, mothers, aunts, cousins, friends, and foes. I am truly hissy-mad with all of us and I shouldn't have to be because "the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world." We're rocking millions of cradles--most of which were unplanned--yet, we're not ruling our world. We have the POWER--economic, political, and otherwise to shift into a perpetual mode of economic freedom and upward mobility. The only things we're missing are unity and determination to achieve one goal: Shift our economic power to benefit our people. Harden our determination to get it started and done. Wait to experience the unstoppable economic upward mobility of us and our children. The ONLY factor in life that truly affects one's behavior is ECONOMICS. Change the economics. Change the behavior/change the mind. EVERYBODYS'--theirs' and ours'!
Our children imitate what we do, which is largely and tragically providing economic empowerment to non-blacks who are indoctrinated from the cradle to the grave not to provide jobs/economic opportunities to/for blacks, especially our men and children--and our collective attitudes and ruinous economic behavior(s) certainly indicate we're okay with that--and people wonder why I'm mad at us! We are literally FINANCING OUR OWN ECONOMIC OPPRESSION, and we're constantly raising [new] generations of children who are continuing this oppressive behavior. Simply put: We have to change this.
Daily, when I look around me, I see beautiful, intelligent, hard-working women among us, and I ask myself: Why are we so stupid? Why are we so economically blind? What are we working towards? Why do we work against one another? (Our foremothers weren't like that! They supported each other! You know: "The Village" concept.) Why are our people worse-off today than they were in early 1900's? Why can't we support and uplift one another? Why do we support everything non-black (whites, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, etc.) and nothing or hardly anything black (us)? Why do we "hate-on" one another? Why is that?
I. Want.To. Know. I'm. At. A. Point. Where. I. Can't. Take. Anymore! Tell me because I'm spinning in confusion about our dire situations and it's killing me a little bit more every passing day because I won't accept that we have to remain this way. I cry in my car and on the bus about us, at home alone when the news is on, in the grocery store because my soul is rattled to its core, and most places I go and be where examples of what I'm fussing about surrounds me --just out of the blue, steady and slow, my heart races as tears begin to flow. Why? Because I am totally consumed and overwhelmed by the fact that we are spiraling in an abyss of social-economic degradation all the while blaming everyone except ourselves for our adversities and doing nothing to change/improve our circumstances--this has broken me down; my heart is bleeding; I'm mad; and I'm rising up to fight us for us!
Everyday, our children are killing one another, and we sit around complaining that the police, government, and everybody else are not doing anything/enough to stop the violence, create jobs, and give our children something positive to do. It ain't "them" whose responsible for our conditions; it's us! We are our own worst enemy, and I am going to talk more about that many days to come.
I'm ashamed of us--really! When I'm walking down the street or any place, I look other races of people straight in the eyes, and I feel them wondering what kind of person am I; do you live amongst horrible conditions? I am ashamed and mad as hell about it!
As black women, we have got to be the stupidest among the [most] powerful female gender! Why! Look around us, and you don't have to look too far to see, to know the rampant violent conditions and lack of economic opportunities we are subjected to. We are at the very bottom of [every] economic order, yet we spend multi-billions of dollars annually that enrich and enhance the economic position(s)/lives of every race outside of our own that come to our communities to do/solicit business.
Do yourself a favor: Contact Ebony Magazine at (1.888.532.6695) and ask to purchase a copy of their May, 2012 edition and read the bottom of Page 100: Black America's Half-Trillion Dollar Consumer Market then come to grips with how stupid we are and have been for spending billions of dollars and IT HAS NOT AND DOES NOT BENEFIT OUR CHILDREN, US, AND OUR MEN! We are a stupid-"A" sleeping giant, and I'm mad about it! Really mad! I'm willing to fight anybody [among us], anytime, anywhere to help us. I'm going to fight all of you until all of us wake-the-hell-up and agree to and participate in getting our own economic and political "party" started.
I now retreat in order to stay and fight another day. Stay tuned.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back! saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
I'm disappointed in black people, especially black women--not that I am not disappointed in black men as well. But this is between me and my sisters, mothers, aunts, cousins, friends, and foes. I am truly hissy-mad with all of us and I shouldn't have to be because "the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world." We're rocking millions of cradles--most of which were unplanned--yet, we're not ruling our world. We have the POWER--economic, political, and otherwise to shift into a perpetual mode of economic freedom and upward mobility. The only things we're missing are unity and determination to achieve one goal: Shift our economic power to benefit our people. Harden our determination to get it started and done. Wait to experience the unstoppable economic upward mobility of us and our children. The ONLY factor in life that truly affects one's behavior is ECONOMICS. Change the economics. Change the behavior/change the mind. EVERYBODYS'--theirs' and ours'!
Our children imitate what we do, which is largely and tragically providing economic empowerment to non-blacks who are indoctrinated from the cradle to the grave not to provide jobs/economic opportunities to/for blacks, especially our men and children--and our collective attitudes and ruinous economic behavior(s) certainly indicate we're okay with that--and people wonder why I'm mad at us! We are literally FINANCING OUR OWN ECONOMIC OPPRESSION, and we're constantly raising [new] generations of children who are continuing this oppressive behavior. Simply put: We have to change this.
Daily, when I look around me, I see beautiful, intelligent, hard-working women among us, and I ask myself: Why are we so stupid? Why are we so economically blind? What are we working towards? Why do we work against one another? (Our foremothers weren't like that! They supported each other! You know: "The Village" concept.) Why are our people worse-off today than they were in early 1900's? Why can't we support and uplift one another? Why do we support everything non-black (whites, Arabs, Koreans, Indians, etc.) and nothing or hardly anything black (us)? Why do we "hate-on" one another? Why is that?
I. Want.To. Know. I'm. At. A. Point. Where. I. Can't. Take. Anymore! Tell me because I'm spinning in confusion about our dire situations and it's killing me a little bit more every passing day because I won't accept that we have to remain this way. I cry in my car and on the bus about us, at home alone when the news is on, in the grocery store because my soul is rattled to its core, and most places I go and be where examples of what I'm fussing about surrounds me --just out of the blue, steady and slow, my heart races as tears begin to flow. Why? Because I am totally consumed and overwhelmed by the fact that we are spiraling in an abyss of social-economic degradation all the while blaming everyone except ourselves for our adversities and doing nothing to change/improve our circumstances--this has broken me down; my heart is bleeding; I'm mad; and I'm rising up to fight us for us!
Everyday, our children are killing one another, and we sit around complaining that the police, government, and everybody else are not doing anything/enough to stop the violence, create jobs, and give our children something positive to do. It ain't "them" whose responsible for our conditions; it's us! We are our own worst enemy, and I am going to talk more about that many days to come.
I'm ashamed of us--really! When I'm walking down the street or any place, I look other races of people straight in the eyes, and I feel them wondering what kind of person am I; do you live amongst horrible conditions? I am ashamed and mad as hell about it!
As black women, we have got to be the stupidest among the [most] powerful female gender! Why! Look around us, and you don't have to look too far to see, to know the rampant violent conditions and lack of economic opportunities we are subjected to. We are at the very bottom of [every] economic order, yet we spend multi-billions of dollars annually that enrich and enhance the economic position(s)/lives of every race outside of our own that come to our communities to do/solicit business.
Do yourself a favor: Contact Ebony Magazine at (1.888.532.6695) and ask to purchase a copy of their May, 2012 edition and read the bottom of Page 100: Black America's Half-Trillion Dollar Consumer Market then come to grips with how stupid we are and have been for spending billions of dollars and IT HAS NOT AND DOES NOT BENEFIT OUR CHILDREN, US, AND OUR MEN! We are a stupid-"A" sleeping giant, and I'm mad about it! Really mad! I'm willing to fight anybody [among us], anytime, anywhere to help us. I'm going to fight all of you until all of us wake-the-hell-up and agree to and participate in getting our own economic and political "party" started.
I now retreat in order to stay and fight another day. Stay tuned.
Love, Saishe! Holla-back! saishebrokesom@hotmail.com
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