Half A Bar…

13Oct10

Inspirational Music: Takeover by Jay-Z

Some People Hate by Jay-Z

Never Change by Jay-Z

I Don’t Need Your Love by The Game

One Night by The Game

My Downfall by Biggie

It Ain’t Easy by Tupac

Mainstream by Outkast

I’ve decided to make the blog public again.  I feel like I owe it to the loyal readers, followers, and to truth in general.

I read a bullshit article about my alma mater (Morehouse) the other day on the web.  Through all the comments, opinions, dialogue, bullshit, flawed logic, etc. a lot of people missed the overwhelming and obvious: money and notoriety.  I read a tweet where one of her friends alluded that her ‘value’ had increased with the controversy she was able to stir with her article.  An article on a story damn near 2 years old.  An article that will probably affect Morehouse enrollment (hetero-normative enrollment), gifts & donations (alumni, donors, etc.), and push the institution further toward the annals of obscurity and further away from the traditions and heritage that delivered the likes of Dr. King.

I’m not going to debate the article with you. There were and are enough blogs on the internet with comment sections filled to the brim of decent arguments for both sides; Of course, these arguments overlook a lot of things, notably, how Black Men are attacked and assassinated–literally and figuratively, and how the only all-male HBCU targeted seems to be brought into the fray every year. Coincidence? I know better…

I thought someone would articulate how since Black People have come to this country, Black Men have been called anything but a man. You only need to speak with an older Black Man/Woman to be reminded that just 40-50 years ago (1 generation), Black Men with jobs, families, business, etc. were still being referred to as ‘boy’. This was not as disrespectful as ‘nigger’ or ‘shine’ or any other epithets that scorn and scorch the soul. It was worse.

Calling a man a boy is to demean and devalue on all levels; whereas an epithet is a racially derived insult that can be applied to anyone, including those who are not even apart of the race. To call him a boy is to take away or ignore the essence of him on all levels–biologically (by inferring he does not have enough testosterone), physiologically (by inferring he is insufficiently lacking physically), mentally (by inferring he is not fully competent), and emotionally (by inferring he is immature).  We no longer have to worry about only White guys doing this, because there are Black Women parading as journalists and bloggers who are assisting as well. All for the money. Sigh.

I get it. It rule everything around you. Like I used to tell niggas in neighborhoods playing basketball by throwing elbows and clothes lines, “Just tell me how we’re playing, so I will know”. Then I proceeded to clothesline, trip, elbow, chop, knee, and kick my way to the basket until it was time to fight or leave.  I understand now.

In the same vein as those defending that journalist/author…I’ve got stories to tell also (smile).

I’ve been reading blogs and tracking these people harassing me, the last few months to know one thing: I’m a dope writer (laughs), whether you like what I write or not. I should put my government out there and just start submitting stuff to magazines and periodicals. Nah, not enough dough though (but..maybe…). What fucks me up, it this would be the same type of woman who argues with you about respecting her hair, yet, she wants to tell other people & institutions how to govern. The same type of woman who will tell you she loves Wu-Tang, but shuns the niggas at the bodega sipping Nemos telling her how fat her ass is—not realizing that the Wu were and are the same type of niggas…just with money! (laughs hysterically) These squares be killing me. The same type of woman who will write an article about how she controls her sexuality will pass judgment on rap groupies. Squares: observe them from the corners that define them, that will tell you enough.

So, without future delay, I’m going to allow everyone to see how dope I am. All the time.  Feel free to link me, forward, etc. Shit, I might even start a facebook group and twitter (laughs). But this fake, hypocritical bullshit needs balance.

Not sure if this will be permanent or not, but it will be this way for now. I thank everyone who submitted emails–if I do post something private, you all will be privy. I apologize, I have just been crazy busy–professionally and personally. I have to tame one of my lives before I can continue with this one.

The title is a nod to Jay-Z’s last line on takeover. That line is for the people harassing me. No threats, I know who you are. Tis’ enough…for me at least (wink).

Shoutout to my faithful: new and old.

Long live the real.

Death to the fake.

Bond. BlkBond.

PS–Special shoutout to Ozwald Boateng (read the stat counter). Your clothes are dope. I hope to be fitted very soon, as I am a fan.

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