In the interior
of Afrika, whites found the fiercest warriors on earth: weapons in hand and dicks swinging! Those that were able to return
to Europe went away afraid. That fear permeated European lives. Fear changed the face of Europe. Fear transmorgrified itself
into contempt. The revisionist began a campaign to vilify the Afrikan. The Afrikan became less than human: a man-beast unworthy
of real consideration. Worthy only of being saved from his savage self.
As time moved
forward and the black hoards were purged from Europe, the media campaign began. It is no coincidence that the "denigration"
of blacks began with the emergence of the slave trade--which we know now to have begun as a conspiracy between warring ethnic
tribes on the continent in unholy league with slave traders.
The concept of
black man as 2/3 man, 1/3 animal became ingrained in the cultures of Europe and the new Americas. Unfortunately, the slaves
and the sons and daughters of slaves bought into that nonsense. Those notions have lingered well into the 21st century! Weak
minded muthafuckas get all bent out of shape when lighter skinned folks call them names like nigger, juggaboo, boy and tar
I was called
a "nigger" to my face one time in my adult life by a drunk lil nerd in Buttfuck, Michigan. Before I could even contemplate
a reaction, the kid was gut punched by my outraged Italian partner from Pennsylvania (da Ya)! A couple of my other white partners
pummeled him with their fist then ejected him from the apartment. I saw the kid the next weekend but I did not hold a grudge
against him. He was a nerdy no pussy gettin lil fuck and was already an alcoholic at age 18. I on the other hand, was a twentysomething
accomplished man of letters with one of the best jobs in the county. His words meant nothing to me. I was more surprised than
offended. My drinking partners were offended and appologized to me profusely after they finished beating his ass! The experience
reminded me of what I had learned from my father in my childhood when he would take my older brother and I to the Union Hall
or the Bier Garten across the street from the Ford Plant where he was the first black elected union official at the Local.
My father had
the respect of those men and was never slighted. I was respected by all the men I hung out with in that little town in southwestern
Michigan. The only people that I had trouble from were the nerdy, the socially impotent, those passing for white or those
that were just afraid of me and this black dick!
History has shown
the world that on a level playing field WE can out think you, kick that ass and fuck your sister!
all the niggahs that get upset when Our President is dissed or Al Sharpton is made fun of or when black women that have public
fights are called hood rats by the press would remember that sticks and stones may break our bones but WORDS CAN
NEVER HURT US!