Who are these men?  Why are they so serious?  (the essential reason not superficial reason)?

Can we men today, be as serious about anything as they?


Haley's Ancestral Environment, Virginia & Modern Chaos Design

"In 1976, the African-American writer Alex Haley traced the story of his black family in the popular book Roots.  He discovered that his "furthest-back-person" in america was Kunta Kinte, a Gambian who had been brought in chains from West Africa to Annapolis, Maryland, in the 1760s aboard the English slave ship Lord Ligonier.  Haley (who also wrote the powerful Autobiography of Malcolm X) was fortunate in knowing the name of his first American forebear and in being able to locate the exact ship on which he arrived.  But the facts themselves are remarkably typical.  On average, the furthest- back New World ancestor for any African American today would have reached these shores shortly before the American Revolution, just as Kunta Kinte did.  (By comparison, the largest migrations of Europeans and asians to the United states began in the late 19th century and grew larger in the twentieth century.  So the average white resident of the United States has a far shorter American ancestry, as does the average Asian-American citizen)."
~To Make Our World Anew, by Robin D.G. Kelley, Earl Lewis

At minute 3:55 Fiddler tells sets about convincing an Afrikan that he is a nigger.  “Yo name is Toby!”  But Kunta (intact yut) stands up and prioritizes his real name.  

Sound Familiar?

(Warning language...see lyrics especially from minute 1:50):

“I’m thinkin’ bout takin’ my own life.                      SUICIDE
I might as well. 
‘Cept they might not sell weed in Hell. 
And that’s where I’m goin’
cuz the devil is inside of me. 
They make me rob from my own nationality.
Thats kinda ignorant but yo,
I gotta pay the rent.
So yeah…I’ll stick a nigga most definite.  (hmm).                     HOMICIDE
The degenerate,
if I get caught I’m innocent,
Cuz I don’t leave no sticky finga prints
for the cops, they only good if they dead.
All that badge and that gun ish be goin’ to they head. (word).
To make bread I gotta steal the sports.
So I stole the show and raised some pennies from my thoughts.

And if this f’n rap ish don’t pay,
Imma start selling drugs around my way. (mmm…)   
Killin’ my own people in the USG,                                                     GENOCIDE
Stick’ gon get it from somebody, I’d rather it be me. (right)
Besides, they can’t tax dirty money,
And you can’t trust nobody, no one; I’m the scorpion,                                    CHAOS
And I’ll probably bite the bullet ‘cause I live by the gun.
~Sticky Fingaz of Onyx, 2nd Album; song: Last Dayz (1992), from South Suicide Queens 

United States Ghetto , sample Eldress: Aretha Franklin: “listen to the melody”


...more to come.

Real Americans vs. Wannabees


During Barak Obama's Presidential Campaign:
"What we have learned over this year is that hope is making a comeback. It is making a comeback. And let me tell you something -- for the first time in my adult lifetime, I am really proud of my country. And not just because Barack has done well, but because I think people are hungry for change. AndI have been desperate to see our country moving in that direction and justnot feeling so alone in my frustration and disappointment. I've seen people who are hungry to be unified around some basic common issues, and it's made me proud."
~Michelle Obama

Do you remember "Real" America's response to her saying this?