The Black Man

There has been so much discussion in regards to the Black Man lately that I felt that I needed to make a statement on the subject myself.

I don't think that anyone other than the Black man can understand what we go through. Not even the Black Woman...sometimes she may feel the effects, but will never understand exactly. The Black woman has always been wanted for something. The Black man is scary to the world and shunned no matter their position in life. They are attacked on many levels. Ya see, if a Black Man is doing anything someone will always percieve it in a negative light. Isn't that interesting? Why is that?

Why is everyone so afriad of the Black man, even Bill Cosby is afraid. Why otherwise would he defame any Black Man. Is he trying to let the world know that he is not like the other Black Men? Well we already know that. He has been fortunate in his life to have been afforded opportunities that many have not. So now that he has achieved wealth and education it appears that he feels he has the right to say basically that Bthe lack Man have had the same opportunites as he. I won't call any of his statement naive, but rather I'll call them ignor-motha fukin-rant. It appears that when some people gain success and money they really do forget.

Forget what it was like.
Forget that they could have made a difference earlier in their career.
Forget that negativity does not breed positivity.
Forget, forget forget.

Forget all you thought you knew about Black Men.

We are powerful men. We are capable men.

Many Black Men are simply exhausted. Does anyone know how tiring it can be to have to fight every single day of your life.

Fighting to be heard above the birage of white noise that castrates us.
Fighting to be respected just because everyone should be.
Fighting to be recognized for our capabilities instead of the terrified perceptions.
Fighting to be seen.

Even those Black Men that are successful like the Black Vice President of a company is still seen a just a Black Man. He may be given accolades form the CEO's of their company for his achievements or skill in public. However, if you take a look at the interaction between the White executives and compare them to the white executives and the minimally numbered Black Executives the itneraction is quite different. You'll see the White executives speaking in low tones almost as if telling each other secrets. Observe the White executives with the Black executives and you'd swear that something outrageously funny is always looming in their presence.

I can't say that I'm an authority on the sociological impact of any of this and have the answers to cause correction or change. However, I do know that Black are fighting everyday.

Fighting to be heard above the birage of white noise that castrates us.
Fighting to be respected just because everyone should be.
Fighting to be recognized for our capabilities instead of the terrified perceptions.
Fighting to be seen.

How many Black Men are willing to fight to the death? How many Black Men have fought until they died?

I'm tired...I'm going to bed now.

Possibilities

What are the possibilities of the Black Man or Woman? It's said that possibilities are endless. What do you think? Sometimes it feels like at every turn in one's life there are obstacles that get in the way of one's success or happiness. Is it a conspiracy crafted by some unknown source that knows the beginning of our dreams.

We're told to just keep trying and all will work out for the good. I'm scared right now that the good is too far out of my reach to enjoy it while I'm able to enjoy it. Is anyone else afraid of that? It feels like a curse when you have so many dreams that they don't allow you to focus on one. I've heard that the most intellient people are those that dream and have an imagination.

One thing that I can say that I do have is hope. Hope keeps me going each day. It wakes me up and gets me through. Is hope enough. I say no. We all need the following:

Skills
Support
Resources
Guidance
and Love

My mission is to acquire all of the above and to give them as well. I want to be free of the bonds of societal norm and work the system like those that have before me.

I know I'm blubbering on and on, I'm just tired of being tired.

Quiet

Haven't really had that much to say lately cuz things have been really busy at work. Which means there are changes getting ready to happen. Seems like it always happens like that. I'm not being paranoid either. I know one change that will be happening and that's the individual that I report to. So my life is going to be different. I'll reserve all other comments for some other time.

I've been falling asleep on the sofa almost every night trying to watch my regular shows. Never get to see them all anymore. I took today off just to get some rest. I am leaving in the morning for Philly, then I'll be in Edison, NJ. Most of yall probably never even heard of it. My company has offices in the strangest places!!! Well that's where I'll be til I get back. Maybe something will happen worth my writing about or I'll get inspired by something. We'll see now won't we.

Everyone enjoy your weekend and I pray only good things come your way.

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A Socialite's Life

I tried to make a post on A Socialite's Life for the caption contest. You were supposed to come up with a caption for the picture of Janet Jackson below. The winner would receive a LeTigre Polo. Who cares about that I just wanted to be a part of it and maybe make someone smile.

Well, I guess some blogs are as restrictive as eating 3 bunches of bananas cuz when I attempted to post my caption I kept getting the message that my post had objectionable material and was not allowed. Well shit! That picture is objectionable, so my comments are par for the course dammit!

Ala Jennifer Lewis in drunken stupor from the movie Jackie's Back.

When asked by a reporter, "Janet, Did the Milkman not deliver?"

Janet: Yeah, he delivered alright, but it's what he delivered. He delivered some shit!



If you haven't seen the movie Jackie's Back it is a must see!! It was made for the Lifetime Channel, by Robert Townsend. If you don't want to buy it you should definetely rent it.

Lunch

Nice strong handshake, that's a good sign. A good handshake tells a person that you are genuinely pleased to meet them and that you are confident. Not like those weak limp wrist handshakes. They always make a person feel as if you are insignificant and as if they could care less that they are meeting you. I just want to slap a person that shakes my hand in that manner. This brotha gets 1 point for the handshake.

T - I know a good place we can eat. It's called Engine Co No. 28. It's in the Train Station. Nice place too. It's a little pricey though is that ok?

G - Sounds nice lets go. That might be a little far to walk though so I'll drive since you picked the place.

T - Cool. Another point. As we walked into the parking structure he guided me to his car, a Saturn Sky.

G - Do you mind if I put the top down? I just can't resist putting it down when the sun is out.

T- I don't mind at all. I love convertibles. I actually have a convertible too and feel the same way.

As we drove to the restaurant we listened to Corrine Bailey Rae sing Call Me When You Get This. 2 points mistah! We arrived at the restaurant and were seated where we began an extremely fluid conversation. As we enjoyed our meals we talked about college days, family, friends and our goals in life. Before this lunch was over I was hooked. Where has this mofo been? His smile was enchanting and made me nervous at the same time.

G- Wow I can't believe how fast the time has gone. It's almost time for us to get back to the Jury room.

T- Damn! I was enjoying this. I sure hope I don't get picked for a Jury.

G - Me too but lets not even think about it and maybe it won't happen.

We made it back to the Jury Room just in time. We sat and continued to talked for about 30 more minutes before I was called into a courtroom.

T- Damn! The look of disappointment came over G's face.

G - Hey court ends at 5pm so whether you get picked for a case or not meet me at my car in the parking lot at the end of the day. I want to give you my phone number so that we can hookup at another time.

T- Sure. I'll meet you there.

I sat in that dayum courtroom all afternoon praying the whole time I would not get pulled into the Jury Box to be interviewed by these arrogant Attorney's. My luck just was not with me today as they released another Juror and called my name. The Juror they release said that she was a Psychic. The whole courtroom snickered as she said it. One of the Attorney's even asked her if she knew how the case would end. She replied, No, it doesn't work like that for me. The Defense Attorney didn't even ask her any questions and just asked for her to be dismissed.

As I sat in the Jury Box the Judge asked me if there was anything that I'd like to say before the questioning started. Yes I said. I wish I was a Physic so that I would know wheter these Attorney's were going to pick me or not. Again the courtroom roared with laughter.

It only took one question for me to be released. Had I known I would not have been so nervous. I was asked did I know anyone who was on a case similiar to this assault case. My response was yes. After a bit of silence, the Prosecutor asked me to be released. Happy about thier decision I stood and exited. Now I wish they would have called me much earlier in the afternoon. Now there it was 4:55pm the court day was almost over.

I went back to the Jury room as instructed but all the other Jurors were gone. They were released early. After getting my Jury Served papers I exited on my way to meet a great guy in the parking lot.

When I approached G in the parking lot he had that smile again. Again my legs became jelly. But I pushed on.

G- I missed you. Now that I'm missing you I don't want to be without you tonight. Let's do something spontaneous and catch a flight to San Francisco and have the best date of our lives.

T- Just let me get home and pack a bag and I'm all yours. Uhhhh I mean I'm game.

G - I liked your first response better because I think I want to be all yours too.