Mental Sag: we ARE this.

 "WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS!"
Hmm.  (We are better than this.)
We are better than this?
Hypocrisy of the first order.
You are a part of we.  You are not better than this.
Greatest lesson of 'U.S. civil rights' activism: to be approximately right > exactly wrong
We are better than this?
You are exactly wrong.
You left these kids.  You left the community.
If not physically, then certainly Mentally.  You (left) leave it in your mind every day.
...and posters like this soothe your conscience that tells you it was not worth it
to follow the dream (hollow mock) taught to you (to pursue at the cost of yourself) by the not-We.
You didn't listen to your Ancestors.  (for they are only dead to you).

What are these kids doing?
What are they (who is a part of 'we') SAYING with their clothes?
Do you have a clue?  Have you taken a look?  (Yeah Yeah, jail culture blah blah blah...).
Try it yourself.  Try doing what they do.  Try to make your clothes look like they make.
Walk in their shoes.  For real.
Can you, you Fool?
What is happening?  You are making one body part longer, taller (spine, backbone)
at the expense of legs (legs -forward motion-are expendable).
In the society (of global 'no-love' power tradition) in which they walk (live), THEY FEEL SHORT.
THEY FEEL they've no BACKBONE.
Uprightness-Stability is even forsaken, they only want but to know BACKBONE: taller (human) feeling.

Do you now see what YOUR (civil rights & post civil rights generation) is working with?
Sankofa yourself.
The last (national) person/group to show us our backbone where our wishbone currently lies was MLK, Malcolm X and the Black Panther Party for Self Defense (NOI and Tupac for a moment).  
The same powers that eliminated them know too that 'WE' seeing a picture of the Obama family is a milisecond of backbone 'feeling' in the deep desert of our wishbone lives. ...curbs the want to get TALLER.  

"UP YOU MIGHT RACE!" (Baba Garvey/Mama Harriet full-cry to us).
"We are better than this!" = "Up you sagging pants!" = all that you have to give?
Please.
How can you make that YOUTH feel TALLER (or tall enough) in and of himself?
Can you truly help him fight the meaning of the pants sag?
Or can't you see?  Can't you hear?  Or don't you want to?

Courage.   (the civil rights generation had PLENTY of this...if not misdirected).

Hear WE.  Hear 'your' kids.  YOU RAISE THEIR PANTS.  YOU RAISE THEIR IMAGE.
...and not with your fake ass education, fake ass jobs and fake as status.
You grinning American slave.
I bet you thought the billboard was a good investment of money.
(Was the money even yours? ...earned with clean hands?)
Your brain sag PUT the sag in their pants.
YOU tied up the youths feet (movement) with your POSING.
Can't blame them for saying F--- YOU and F--- YOUR 'BETTER'
in a way that no other younger generation has said to an older generation.

Its ok.

All of that is to say, if you love your own, (if you can love your 'we'), then LOVE THEM.

damn.




ref: http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/03/teach-negro-child-60-ways-to-despise.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2011/05/seen.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/07/energy-in-us.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/05/cuffs.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/04/sister-knowknew.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/03/ch-art-er-whey.html
http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/08/is-this-fair.html

Pictures Speak 172,000 Words (click image for hi-rez)


























Flight (for May Ayim r.i.p.p.)


















Christ have mercy on all sleeping things!
From that dog rotting down Wrightson Road
to when i was a dog on these streets;
if loving these islands must be my load,
out of corruption my soul takes wings,
But they had started to poison my soul
with their big house, big car, big-time bohbohl,
coolie, nigger, Syrian, and French Creole,
so I leave it for them and their carnival --
I taking a sea-bath, I gone down the road.
I know these islands from Monos to Nassau,
a rusty head sailor with sea-green eyes
that they nickname Shabine, the patois for
any red nigger, and I, Shabine, saw
when these slums of empire was paradise.
I'm just a red nigger who love the sea,
I had a sound colonial education,
I have Dutch, nigger, and English in me,
and either I'm nobody, or I'm a nation.

~Derek Walcott (1984), The Schooner "Flight" -excerpt
(fist tap la)


Neteru 2000s Lynching. Seeen?

  
"Why do white men lynch black men in America?  We are not dealing here with the original historical cause; nor even with its present social application.  We are considering merely the efficient cause.  White men lynch black men or any other men because those men's lives are unprotected either by the authorities of the commonwealth or by the victims themselves.  White men lynch Negroes in America because Negroes' lives are cheap.  So long as they remain, so long will lynching remain an evil to be talked about, written about, petitioned against and slobbered over.  But not all the slobber, the talk or the petitions are worth the time it takes to indulge in them, so far as the saving of a single Negro life is concerned."
~Hubert Harrison, When Africa Awakes: The "Inside Story" of the Stirrings and Strivings of the New Negro in the Western World (1920)


...read his conclusion as his next line asks, "What, then, is the cure?". 
Neteru, Awo. I ask(?) you too, why do white men imprison black men in America...Ditto.  
(@...how many black & brown men does that chart disemploy AND white men employ or emprofit until the next lynching?)

HeLa = Selah. Awo.


The indispensable & immortal "Hela Gene" means Henrietta Lacks

Those who are dead are never gone,
they are in the breast of the woman,
they are in the child who is wailing,
and in the firebrand that flames.
The dead are not under the earth;
they are in the fire that is dying,
they are in the grasses that weep,
they are in the whimpering rocks,
they are in the forest, they are in the house,
the dead are not dead.
                                                ~Birago Diop