Politicians, Generally Dressed in Deceit, Greed and Treachery

August 21, 2018

I admit I have grown considerably since the beginning of the Hilary Clinton – Barack Obama epic struggle for the Democratic Party Nomination in 2008. Alton Maddox opened my eyes. Hence, I wasn’t surprised Obama became the choice. Now, it was at that period I begun realizing I am aware of the phrase failed states.
Why are nations with a pronounced African segment of the population considered failed nations? Why are politicians such miserable failures? The simplistic answer I am aware of has always been follow the money. Politicians are generally dressed in deception. That’s never a good thing for the underprivileged working class people. Add greed and treachery to the fabric. The politician becomes corrupt and bloodthirsty. I am not aware of any so-called anti-colonial champions exposing the contents of the instruments of independence. I’m aware Eric Williams, Kwame N’Krumah and Forbes Burnham often hinted about forces beyond their control dictating the fortunes of the nations under their watch. Tomas Sankara also alluded to that force. As did Malcolm X. Now, in this age of access to information its a tragedy millions of Africans are online simply into trending and heckling. Most Africans jump on the social networking sites interested in nothing but distractions. Rhetorical questions such as what one does for his country informed readers the enquiring mind is a parrot. Rothschild and Zionists own the money supply and control the political economy. Until the legal tender is owned by the people and state of any particular nation that nation is in reality a failed state. The Zulu nation may very be the last independent nation in Africa.

Pyramid of Jewish Power

May 4, 2018

via Pyramid of Jewish Power

Bert Williams and George Walker: selected sheet music slide show and gallery, 1896-1909

April 7, 2018

via Bert Williams and George Walker: selected sheet music slide show and gallery, 1896-1909

Ancestors are Historical Truths. Angels are Fictitious

January 17, 2018

It’s all about ancestors and ancestresses. It’s 24/7/365.25, past, present and future.
The present must be all about descendants. The Living are charged with seeking the truth. The Living are charged with using truth to enlighten future generations. The Living are charged with correcting past injustices to our people. In so doing , The Living make contributions to breaking the bonds of our enslavement. It is long overdue for our people to make every effort to overthrow white supremacy. It is long overdue for our people to eradicate all mental, physical and economic bondage programs from our midst. On all fronts, The Living must undo all forms of cleavages which has transformed our natural rights into enslavement. All creatures are either free or enslaved. Some seven billions of humans are indoctrinated into believing and accepting possessing trinkets make them free. The materialistic to believe NATURE is their enemy. The materialistic believe AMEN means the end. The materialistic embrace the unnatural musings of Flavius Josephus as gospel of their sojourn here upon earth. No Angels for me. None can believe in Angels and be with and for their ancestors of Eastern Centered Thought. I am with truth of an ancient time. Ancestors are historical truths. Ancestor are realities of the physical existence of their descendants. Angels are characters of fiction. It is absurd for humans to teach their young to believe in angels. It is an abomination to embrace fiction (Angels) over the vessels whose DNA comprise your physical reality. How dumb can humans be? You need to wake up. You need to be always found with truth in your possession. You need to resonate Living Mathematics. I am aware Living Mathematics is the language of NATURE (AMEN/AMENET), MAA/MAAT, RA/RAIT and all the Goddesses and Gods of our Ancestors and Ancestresses including Berbers, San people, Mande, Yoruba, Zulu and so on. Common sense is an expression of Living Mathematics. Our people must rise above, beyond, and over unnatural boundaries of nationalities, ethnicities, communication, and religious, economics and what have you – all divisions are weapons used by the elites against our people. Political allegiances are necessary to defeat the Zionists and their policies of New World Order and its One World Government.

Sancho Notorious Practitioner and Disciple in the Art of Obeahism

June 9, 2014

Sancho Notorious Practitioner and Disciple in the Art of Obeahism
I had some unpleasant travelling in an uncovered corial one week in the rainy season. My assistants were three small Indian boys. The journey was three tides each way, which took us three nights of six hours and three days each of the same time of six hours. The burning sun alternated with frequen

t showers in the daytime, and we had heavy showers during the night. To add to our inconvenience, two of the boys made themselves sick by scouring the bush in the neighbourhood of Hittia, and eating freely of the wild fruits they found there, and then surfeiting themselves on sour milk at the settlement of a hospitable family. We could get no one to hire on the way; and so, cutting palm leaves and covering our invalids from the sun and rain, we wearily paddled onwards. The adverse tide met us and added to our difficulties. But as a rule disagreeable things, like other things, come to an end, and we reached Saints’ Lust at last.
Our kind friend Mrs. Hartmann physicked the sick boys, and sent over to Zion and Prosperity, or “Sodom and Gomorrah,” as people persist in calling the place, to engage a hand if possible. The messenger soon returned to say- that one “Sancho “would go with us for a certain consideration. This was good news. I sent over immediately to say that we would call for him at the turning of the tide; and with my mind, so far, at ease, I went in to rest and to partake of the hospitality of the Hartmanns.
When I called for Mr. Sancho (he insisted on the title), I found him, with the exception of a Lapp or loin cloth (substitute for the fig-leaves), quite naked. His skin, which should have been black, was generally of a dirty brown hue, as if suffering from skin disease: but he appeared to possess some pretension to dandyism, as his hair was oiled and carefully platted. I suspect his clothes, if he had any, were delayed at the washing, and he was then settling a lingual account with his washerwoman. He was much excited, gesticulating with a cutlass in his hand, and vociferating in the Dutch Creole talk of the river. The woman—the object of his wrath—did not seem to think her case unjustifiable, for she was equally loud and furious.

I called out to Mr. Sancho to say that the tide was going, and to request him to nurse his anger, and postpone the passé des langues until his return. He laughed and said “the woman was too bad;” then giving her some directions in a subdued voice; he got into the corial, much to my relief. I confess that I soon became very ungrateful for the help he was giving me, and began to resent his sitting between the wind and my—olfactory organ. Mr. Sancho had not been with us five minutes when he turned round and begged that I would give him a prayer- book. “What for?” I said. He wanted to learn the religion of the Church that he might join. “What religion had he been learning hitherto?” The religion of the chapel. “Why did he not continue?” His fellow-members were too bad, and told lies upon him. “Why not appeal to the catechist?” He was no better than the others, and didn’t do him justice. “What was the lie?” That he, Sancho, was an obeah man. “Was he then an obeah man?” No! He was a good Christian, and helped people out of their troubles, as we are all commanded to do. I advised Mr. Sancho to return to his chapel and make the truth of his innocence apparent to all his brethren. An indifferent student of the religion of the chapel, I said, would probably make a bad churchman, and we were not particularly anxious to include him in our small number, even although, by his own statement, he possessed the odour of sanctity; but that at any rate, if the sanctity were questionable, the odour was undoubted.
But notwithstanding his denial of obeah practices, Sancho was a notorious practitioner in the art, and had a school of disciples. He was a terror to the people, who obliged him to the utmost of their power in his most insolent demands. Apart from the antagonism of Obeahism with Christianity, any one who knows the depth of its wickedness cannot refrain from detesting it, and hoping not only that the laws may be vigorously enforced, but that diligent search might be made to detect and bring these evil-doers—both the ” doctor ” and his patients—to condign punishment.
Once I met Sancho at an Indian settlement, and knowing his object there, I drove him off with a threat of arrest. The magistrate was asked to have him sent off the river. “Cuibono?” he replied. “When I was first appointed to the district, I instituted a crusade against obeah men, and cleared the river for a time; but it only made an opening for others, who with the prestige which accompanies a new doctor of any type, drove an increased business. No, no! Bring Sancho before me on a specific charge, and with proof of his guilt, and he shall be “catted,” if you will; but be advised, and let obeah die out of itself.” Of course I disagreed with him.

I knew an obeah man in another part of the country, who supported his family in comfort and luxury, and educated his children on the earnings he derived from his vile art. But his prosperity was exceptional. Twelve months after my first acquaintance with Sancho, he could just crawl into his corial and paddle from settlement to settlement, compelling the Indian women to bring down to him cassava, fish, and firewood : at this time his feet up to his knees were bandaged, and the ulcerous flesh was dropping off. Six months more, and he persuaded a half- bred Arawak, who had taken lessons from him, to receive him into his own banal, and feed him, under the most terrible threats of evil. He shortly after died there, and the owner of the dwelling, fleeing from the dead, was persuaded to return with some others, and bury the remains of Sancho.

The truth of the adage that “a prophet has no honour in his own country” is exemplified in the mutual faith of Indians in Negro Obeah, and of Negroes in Indian Piai-ism. When the blacks and their descendants of all colours (who may be faithful to the traditions of Obeahism) seek— without obtaining—the expected aid, they resort to the Indian piaiman and so likewise the Indian, failing to get the required relief from the doctors of his tribe, applies to the black bush doctor.

Source: Dance, Charles Daniel (1881) “Sancho the Obeah-Man”, in “Chapters from A Guianese Log-Book, or, the Folk-Lore and Scenes of Sea-Coast and River Life in British Guiana: Comprising Sketches of Indian, Boviander, and Negro Life, Habits, Customs, and Legendary Tales, with Historic Notes, Political and Natural”. Georgetown, Demerara: Royal Gazette Establishment, 1881: Pages 41-43.

Do you love females?

October 29, 2007

While listening to imhotep Gary bird during his presentation express yourself on 98.7 Kiss Fm New York City which was a program in honor of Women’s History Month. Imhotep posed two questions. They were, one for males and the other for females;

“Why do you love Black women?”, and, “Why do you love being a Black woman?”

I am prejudiced I prefer my mother’s and sisters’ cooking than any other offering presented by dieticians. I prefer to be instructed by females. I prefer to be disciplined by females. I prefer to be subjected to female administrators. I believe females are better suited for the field of education and residential administration. However, ideally, both parents are necessary ingredients to the development of children, and their ability to function with balanced thoughts and actions.

I recall during the days of my youth, the mere mention of another’s mother, sister, aunt, grandmother, and cousin, in either a manner or tone which can be recognized as disrespectful was reason enough for justifying attempted homicide upon the perpetrator. I bloodied numerous males for such perceived infractions. I witnessed countless such scenarios. Every location I happened upon therein people was ever willing to protect their females at all costs. The peoples views of their females wherever I witnessed were all similar – on the Corentyne Coast, in the Canje River valley, New Amsterdam, West Coast Berbice, East Coast Demerara, Georgetown, East Bank Demerara, Linden, Essequebo Coast and most certainly New York city. It is the same story. People overwhelmingly say they love and trust their mother over and above any other human being. Therefore, taking a page from Imhotep Gary Bird, I would love to enquire into your thought processes. I would love for you to express them, share them with us; by simply answering the following questions;

  1. Do you love females?
  2. Do you love being a female?
  3. Do you think the role of females in the human experience must be continued to be defined by the thought process of males?
  4. Would you advocate for females to access and obtain all offices known in the human experience?
  5. Do you have difficulties being administrated by females?
  6. Do you subscribe to the ancient dogma, “a woman’s place is in the home”?
  7. Do you think it is possible to love females and not be interested in their personal journey dating to their earliest forbearers?

It has always amazed me people appear to love their lovers but often express unpleasant thoughts regarding their in-laws, particularly their mother-in-law. I grappled with such thoughts. I realized mothers more often than not fail to stop being protective of their children. They simply refuse to resign from the career of motherhood. They have to be fired. They take it upon themselves to hold onto the catch phrase “A woman’s job is never done” to heart, from the cradle to the grave. The sooner males realize the so-called meddling mother-in-law have serious issues with retirement as mentioned above – and begin to admire their mother-in-law’s efforts which resulted in their love being who she is – ever more they will begin to appreciate their mother-in-law.

Further more your mother is more than likely the mother-in-law of others, therefore do not throw stones while living in glasshouse. Life on earth would be too boring. Everything would certainly be both meaningless and regrettable without females. Much love to females everywhere. Your struggle is never ending.