What have you done for the black community? {Solution #2, Unity} Part 2 (2 of 2)

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For those who missed the first part, please start here: https://eddiestarblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/06/what-have-you-done-for-the-black-community-solution-2-unity-part-one-1-of-2/

(Rashad continues on from last comment made by Malachi on part 1)

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Rashad:”What the fuck are you talking about? You are one of these pseudo-conscious dudes out here talking about UFO sightings and black conspiracies. You don’t know shit about politics! You have the unmitigated gall to say that Obama hasn’t done anything for black people! Really NIGGA! Let me school you then. Have you heard of Obama-Care and ‘my brothers keeper’ ? Besides, every time he attempted to do something for us (blacks), the congress staged a mutiny against him. Before you talk shit about Obama, ask yourself, what have you done for the black community? I have protested in the streets with Black Lives Matter and blocked freeways with my brothers and sisters fighting against white supremacy! I have been maced by cops and put in handcuffs for using my 1st amendment rights, what about you?”

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Malachi: “First of all, we gotta be respectful. Im a man like you’re a man, respect me like I respect you. I’ve never resorted to name calling. So fam, if we gonna have this conversation be meaningful on all sides, lets keep it honorable.  But as far as Obama-care, more whites benefited off the program in comparison to blacks.”

Rashad: Aw, man! Here we go with the negro-splaining, don’t pull!”

Malachi: “Come on fam, you asked me a question, now let me finish. Most whites benefited off of Obamacare, more than blacks, and that is a fact. Most blacks live below poverty and barely have full-time jobs. The black unemployment rate is not that far off from where George W. Bush left it. There is a lot of single black mothers who must work two part-time jobs to make ends meet. They aren’t fortunate enough to work a full time job that covers medical insurance. Most of the companies who offer full-time work, offer medical insurance under the caveat of a high deductible. Therefore, many black people go uninsured and pay the fine during tax season, rather than be homeless.”

 

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Leena:”Now that I agree with. Black women are always getting the short end of the stick. Black men leave us hung out to dry. 67 percent of households are ran by black women, and how do y’all repay us? Y’all up and leave us for ‘Becky with the good hair’. Black men don’t truly respect black women. Calling us ‘Bitches and Hoes’, promoting rape culture and unrealistic body expectations. The toxic misogynoir culture of black men is sickening. We need to get rid of homophobia and gender roles! Men need to cook their own fucking food. Black men need to be responsible fathers and stop dodging fatherhood. Black men have the nerve to get upset we date outside of our race. Can you blame us? We have a right to.”

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Darnell: “Homosexuality is WRONG! It’s written in the Holy Bible. A complete abomination to God. He didn’t make Adam and Steve, he made Adam and Eve. All of this political correct nonsense must end. The PC police must leave with the democrats and its libetard millenials. We need this country to be the Christian country it was founded as.”

Leena: ” You are a stupid biggot that won’t see reality beyond Fox News. Slavery was in the bible as well, do you support that? There are a lot of things in the Bible that people don’t live up to. Who made you the gatekeeper of heaven or hell?  Why does it matter to you who another person chooses to love? I hope YOU burn in HELL for your idiotic stance.”

Darnell: “I don’t want my kids seeing that stuff”

Malachi: “Easy there Darnell, King James, the guy who wrote the bible, was allegedly rumored to write open love letters to his male lover.”

Darnell: “That is a made up lie, you don’t know that as a fact.”

Malachi: “Anyhow, back to the argument about my brothers keeper. It is a program that was created in 2014 that was created for ‘people of color’ towards troubled young men. It is not a bad program, but it is a bandaid on a gaping wound. It is a program that implies that there is a missing black father that leaves bastard children. Doesn’t address troubled little black girls who may need help also. The program is too new to properly scrutinize.”

Leena: “So what happen to the black fathers in the black household? I don’t think its a lie, I just told you 67 percent of African-American households are led by black women.”

Malachi: “Black men are very active in their children’s life, they just don’t get married. Look at Trayvon Martin, and Mike Brown in St. Louis. They both had active fathers in their lives, the missing black father is a myth. I can take you to a barbershop and show you black fathers with their sons. We can even go to the local recreational park in the ghetto and see black fathers rooting their sons and daughters on, while playing sports.  A lot of black men don’t get married, and have children out of wedlock, which is a two-way street.  A woman has the decision to create a child with a man she isn’t married to.  Black fathers often don’t win custody battles in court against women, because women usually are considered more responsible in the eyes of the court. A woman takes on responsibilities and tasks that men don’t usually consider: doctor appointments, parent/teacher meetings, dental appointments, drop off and pick up at school, and church. Most guys either get awarded custody once or twice monthly on the weekend, with just enough time to go to an amusement park or playground, but not enough time spent as the guardians who share the same household as the child. Doesn’t mean that black men are all great fathers, some guys are really deadbeats. For the most part, though, black men are active in their child’s life, despite not living in the same household.”

Rashad: “You still haven’t said anything you’ve done for the black community. I’ve put in work, what about you?”

Malachi:”You are absolutely right. I will not hold a big picket sign saying ‘BLACK LIVES MATTER’ and get maced by cops. Blocking freeways is something I don’t do. Besides, think about what that protest really means. You are begging white people to pay attention to innocent black people being murdered by rogue policemen. I think they know what the problem is, but honestly don’t give a damn. If I block the freeway, will they think black lives matter more?  Me protesting a cop won’t get me any closer to accomplishing anything that would yield tangible results. What is your goal beyond getting a white person to acknowledge something they don’t truly care about? I think we get too caught up in symbolic social media hashtags, and hashtag activism. We want the social justice warrior moment to be captured on our iPhones and uploaded to our social media networks, so we look like potential martyrs of the cause. We want that self-aggrandizing reward of saying ‘I was part of that movement when I was in my 20’s or 30’s’. What about real change?”

Rashad:”You still didn’t answer my question.”

Malachi:”I already agreed with you and said that you are right. I haven’t protested and I won’t, because it solves no issue. We need to organize and build our own communities from the ground up. We are too dependent on white approval, and desperate for symbolic changes that amount to nothing.”

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Joanne: “I was with you up until this point. Black people and white people need to work together to fix this problem. Creating communities that are all-black and excluding others is going backwards. White people are not all racists. My mother married a white man and delivered me into a world of no color. I saw mommy and daddy, not a white daddy and black mommy.That was one of the things that drew me towards Barack Obama was that he understood the bi-racial experience. I have white and black uncles who are different in their own way, but have a compassionate heart. We need more unity, more colorblindness and more humanity, less divisiveness. That is the only way we move forward.”

Darnell: “Hey, Joanne, I have this bridge I want to sell you.” (shaking head)

Malachi: “I got that Joanne, but the world we wish to live in, and actual reality are two different things. We live in a world of codewords and insidious racism, so colorblind is actually something that could be used to overlook races that desperately need help. We aren’t running the same race, at the same speed, at the same moment. Some people have further to go than others. Colorblind is as toxic as overt racism. This is why I am saying that voting for either candidate will not make any difference. People will choose which form of racism they practice on a daily basis. This is why, we need to come together as blacks. No disrespect to those, who don’t wish to align with a race, thats fine. However, the ones who want better schools for our children, more black business ownership,  more real estate ownership, and the creation of a black economy other than spending power, we need to unite and focus on bigger and better things. Once we create an economy where we become more financially educated, we will spend our money more strategically. We will invest money in schools that will have resources to educate future lawyers, business owners, and STEM majors. It won’t happen overnight. One article said it may take over 269 years, but us starting now is worth it.”

Darnell: “I don’t agree with everything you said, but we do need to unify and re-educate ourselves on finance and economics. I own two businesses and I started off just as poor as the next man. Maybe it was luck, but I think it was determination to escape a poverty mindset. Something I think many black folks struggle with to this day. But I’m still voting trump.”(laughing hard)

Rashad: “I think we need to unify and do the things you said, but in all honesty, that is a pipe dream. We don’t have 269 years of time to build when Hitler 2.0 becomes president. We need to use our voting rights right now and vote Clinton. We need someone who has worked with Obama to keep his policies in place.”

Leena: “I loved how you kept bringing up the importance of sticking together. I dislike your mansplaining of men not being responsible fathers, but I agree to disagree. We have more in common than what we would like to admit. Im still Hillary 2016.”

Joanne: “I refuse to be put in a box by race, and believe we all can accomplish more as a collective human race, but we agree on more things than what we disagree on. Jill not Hill 2016.”

~The End~

 

Moral of the story is that we as African-Americans all have diverse opinions, but we can’t be so crippled by stubborn loyalty, to refuse standing together on important issues. Thanks for reading.

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 10)

An eyewitness took iPhone camera footage of a red van fleeing the scene. Mezza Murda Mobstas are plotting revenge on all sets and crews to avenge the death of P-Nutt’s little brother.

Warning: The following dialogue contains foul and inappropriate language that may be offensive to some readers.

Word on the street is spreading like a wild fire. The Hyde Park Hustla Crips are under pressure from the Mezza Mob. An eyewitness took iPhone camera footage of a red van fleeing the scene. Mezza Murda Mobstas are plotting revenge on all sets and crews to avenge the death of P-Nutt’s little brother. P-Nutt deduced that it had to be the Ballstone Boys. The red van, combined with the recent YouTube success of the viral video has caused malice between 45 Ballstones and Mezza’s. P-Nutt addresses the gang about the warfare that will emanate in the next couple of days.

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P-Nutt:”If yous a scary ass nigga, go to church! Be down, or lay the fuck down. We about to turn-up. Them Ballstones killed my lil ones, for that, everyone can get it. Mama’s, aunties, uncles, er’body. Whatever happens, happens!”

Big Rollie: “Hell yeah, load them ratchets up, I was built for this shit, Niggas know my M.O.”

P-Nutt: “Numba one, we comin for Skooby. Number two, we coming for T.Q.. I want these niggaz to feel this shit. Tanisha!(beckoning his female companion) Figure out whats oh boy full name and where he stay at. It’s goin down.”

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Meanwhile at the hospital, you awaken from a six hour long surgery. Recovery time will be about 2 months, however, the doctor could release you as early as 2 weeks if you heal properly.

Skooby: “whattup cuzzo!! you good!”

You: “Yeah, wassup Skoob. I’m tryna still figure out what happened”

Skooby: “Don’t worry bout it, it’s already taken care of. They tried to play you, posted the video of you getting mopped. I wasn’t having it.”

You: “Wow, a video online? Wait…I’m viral now, this shit is embarrassing. What did you do?”

Skooby: “We murked 3 messy mouth fuck-boys. It had to be done, they were taking the Ball Stones soft. We couldn’t let it slide.”

You: “What the hell? Aw, man. You already know they gonna retaliate back 3 times harder. They are gonna know you were behind it.”

Skooby: “negative. we spray painted the Hyde Park Hustla Crips as the ones behind it. Blue spray paint and all.”

You: “Why in the fuck would you do that, now you got two hoods coming after Ballstone. They might be headed to the hospital right now! I gotta get out of here, they not killing me in this hospital!”

Skooby: “Don’t trip T.Q., I got troops outside, we ready for whatever they wanna do. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you. They got guns, we got guns too! Fuck it.”

You: “man, I shoulda stayed home, this never woulda happened”

Skooby: “Heal up soon T.Q. Don’t worry about no Messy Mouth fuck-boys. You’re protected. Peace out.”

 

Meanwhile, the Mezza Mob have hired some attractive young girls to walk down Ballstone Avenue. Their job is to act oblivious to any gang knowledge. If they are to be interrogated by any Ballstone boys, they are to say they are from Maize Terrace. Maize Terrace is a upper middle class suburb where a lot of  minorities reside. There are 3 girls who are in the pact. Keyonna, a light skinned African-American woman who resembles a young Beyonce Knowles. Tracee, a dark skinned woman who resembles a young Kenya Moore, and Yasira, a mixed woman of African-American and El Salvadorean descent. They stroll down Ballstone Avenue, wearing the most tight, low cut and revealing clothes that would allure the most pious man.

Trick100 (45 Ballstone member) : “Yo, ladies…What it do. Hey Sexy!! (catcalling the trio)

Keyonna: “Wassup” (smiling in a flirtatious manner)

Trick100: “Whats ya’ll name, where ya’ll from. My name Trick, What ya’ll doing later on?”

Keyonna adroitly beguiles them with a fictional story about celebrating a 23 year old birthday party at the local Chili’s restaurant. She invites the Ballstone Boyz to come party with them. Trick-100 acquiesces and agrees to meet up at this party.

At the hospital, your Uncle Rocco arrives at the hospital after work. You brief him on the situation.

You: “Uncle Rocco, I got to get the hell out of this hospital. The Mezza Mob are coming to finish me off!”

Rocco:”What you talking about boy?”

You: “Skooby did some bad things that will certainly involve retaliation, that is all I can say Unc.”

Rocco: “You ain’t even fully healed yet.”

You: “I really need to get out of Troose, Unc. It is about to get really ugly.”

Rocco sighs in exasperation.

 

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 9)

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Warning: The following dialogue contains foul and inappropriate language that may be offensive to some readers.

 

Meanwhile on the Mezza’s territory, three guys are posted in front of a local liquor store having a simple conversation:

M-FACE: “That new Weezy No Ceilings 2 goes hard bruh”

G-Nutt:”That shit is pure garbage, I’m bumpin’ that new Lil’ Bibby Mixtape. That young bull is a beast!”

Lil’ Jake: “On another note, Quiana was giving me dome last night, nigga!”

Homeless man walks up to young guys..

Homeless man:”Excuse me, young brothas, do you have some change?”

G-Nutt: “Fuck off, bum! naw I aint got no spare change!”(laughing)

Homeless man: (pulls out a 20 dollar bill)

Homeless man: “I need some product bruh”

G-Nutt:”We aint never seen u before, u prolly a pig”

Homeless man: “Nevermind, I will call P-Nutt, he is ya’ll OG”

G-Nutt:”P-Nutt my brother, nigga watch yo mouth!”

Homeless man: “You got that work, or nah!”

Lil Jake:”Fuck this, gimme that 20, follow me.” (Goes to dark side of liquor store)

Homeless man: “Thanks, man. I needed this”

Lil Jake: “Whatever,get the fuck off my block!”

Homeless man pretends to walk away behind the liquor store. When Jake walks back to the front, homeless man brandishes shotgun from behind Jake and fires at the back of his head. Jake dies on impact. He was only 16 years old.

Homeless man runs to the other side of the liquor store where some 45st Ballstone Boyz are waiting with Mack-10 automatic machine guns. The homeless man was actually, Fat Troy, a local Ballstone Boy gang member.

Startled and frantic, the two Mezza St gangsters try to evade the quagmire of danger, but were cut off by a used Toyota Mini-van. The passenger door slid open and Skooby hopped outside of the van with a mask on holding two .45 Desert Eagles. Skooby unmercifully annihilated the two young men, standing over them both and executing them with head shots to complete the job. Fat Troy shot the liquor store camera, and harassed the store owner for the footage. Ultimately, resolving the issue by destructing the surveillance equipment.

 

As if the murders weren’t enough, Skooby grabbed a blue spray paint can and sprayed “FuCC Messy Mouth!…MMK”(Mezza Mob Killa) on the liquor store advertisements, located near the front of the store. By using a blue spray paint can and two c’s instead of a ck, the Mezza’s would be confused as to who was behind it. The Mezza’s may surmise it was the Hyde Park Hustlaz. The Ballstone Boyz hopped back in their mini-van and drove off.

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Officer Brock gets a call on his beat, about a homicide that was committed. When he arrives, he sees the dead bodies and calls the coroner.

Officer Brock: “We have a possible 187 at location, please send coroner.”

Officer Leslie (Partner): “According to the store owner, the men had committed obstruction of justice by damaging the surveillance equipment. Their may be possible footage at the security camera company’s cloud system.”

Officer Brock: “I wonder if it was the Hyde Park crips, but a witness said they seen a  red mini-van drive off. This is a mess. This is the start of an all-out war between all of the gangs. It’s gonna be a lot of blood shed in Troose.”

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In the mini-van the boys drive to a dark alley in a city 30 miles east and set the van on fire with the evidence, while jumping into two separate vehicles awaiting them. They talk on walkie-talkie’s about the situation, bragging about the carnage they committed.

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At the hospital, you finally awaken to see your mom and uncle praying with the Bishop.

 

You:”What happened, what’s going on, why am I here?”

Mom:”Baby, every things gonna be okay. Thank you, Jesus!”(crying)

Uncle Rocco:”you had an incident that went bad, and now you are in the hospital. other than some injuries, you will be fine. You have to get out of Troose. When you get better, you will stay with me. There is no way you can go back. Me and your mother agreed it will be best for you.”

You:”And what about you mom? and where Nana gonna go?”

Mom:”We will be fine, we will visit you on the weekends, until the situation gets better. When I save up enough, we will move to Maize Terrace. We can afford a one-bedroom, but we will be able to make it.”

 

How Healthy Are You?

Doctor Schecter:(enters room, flashes light in eyes to check your pupil dilation)

Dr. Schecter:”Okay, Ty’Qwonne, you will be going to surgery tomorrow. You will need as much sleep as possible. Every thing is looking positive. All of your vitals are normal and healthy. It will be a four hour operation, and you should be fine. I’m going to have the nurse bring you some food, so we can monitor your appetite. From one to ten, where is your pain level?”

you:”12″

Dr. Schecter:”I am gonna send some more pain medication, but we have to be careful, we don’t want to damage your liver. The surgery we are performing will be very delicate. You will experience less pain than you are now, but it won’t be completely gone.”(walks out of room)

You:”Where is my phone? Did you tell Skooby?”

Uncle Rocco:”About Skooby, he is up to no good. Don’t worry about your phone, yes he visited, but he is troubled right now. He is not handling the situation well. If I were you, I would stay as far as I can from him. He had that look in his eye.”

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 8)

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You are currently unconscious at St. Augustine’s Medical Center of Troose. The doctors have placed you in a medically induced coma from all of the head trauma you’ve sustained. You have a broken jaw, broken nose, cracked eye socket and ruptured spleen. Your mother has just arrived at the hospital to receive the news.  She proceeds to have a conversation with  your grandmother and uncle.

Warning: Strong use of inappropriate and foul language in the following dialogue.

 

Mom:”It was all my fault, I should’ve known better than to let him go over that way.”(sobbing uncontrollably)

Grandma: (inconsolable)

Uncle Rocco: “Tammy (your mom), Don’t blame yourself sis, It’s okay. I felt like it was more of my fault, than anybody else. I was just with him last weekend. He is gonna be fine Tammy. Trust in Jesus, Sis.”

Granny: “Yes, Rocco, I serve a powerful God, in Jesus name! please watch over my grand baby”(sobbing)

Mom: “I just can’t believe I let this happen.”

Uncle Rocco: “Listen, Im gonna call Bishop Henry Dixen, to come down and say a prayer for y’all. I promise you T.Q, is in God’s hands and he will be fine.

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Skooby walks in visibly perturbed by the recent news. He storms in the hospital greeting everyone and asking for the room number of Ty’Qwonne. Rocco looks at Skooby scornfully as he walks away.

 

Uncle Rocco: “Yo, Skooby, lemme holla at you real quick”

Skooby waves Uncle Rocco off in a flippant manner. Disregards Rocco entirely and walks toward the room.

 

Scooby walks in the room and sees you bandaged up and hooked up to the machines. Tears begin to weld up in his eyes, as he realizes that you are in bad shape.

 

Skooby: “Fuck…..who in the hell did this to you!..Why the hell you ain’t text me to let me know where you was at?”

Skooby: (tears dropping from his face)

Skooby: “You my lil cuzzin, I am always gonna look out for you. No matter what. You can’t pass away on me, TQ.”

Skooby: (phone vibrates and rings)

Skooby: “Wattup nigga, I’m at the hospital, I gotta hit you back. Somebody got T.Q.! On the dead homies, I need to know who did this.”

Voice on the other end of the phone tells Skooby that the Mezza’s had youtubed the whole incident and placed it online. The Mezza’s have a YouTube channel that shows all of their parties and intimidation tactics.

Skooby: “Say what!!, On Stone Gang Blood?!, tweet me the link my nigga! It’s on. Somebody gotta feel it tonight. On Bloods!!”

 

Storms out of hospital and bumps into Uncle Rocco. Rocco grabs Skooby.

Skooby: “Get cho fuckin hands off me, whats wrong wit you!”

Rocco: “Listen,  Daniel (Skooby’s real name),  I already know what you are thinking, you wanna retaliate. But think before you act.”

Skooby: “Nah, fuck all that! I’ma gangsta, Ain’t no peace talks going on here. You saw what they did to my lil cousin.”

Rocco: “Listen, Daniel, Nothing good is gonna come out of this. You already know. Think about what your gonna do. It’s a constant cycle of violence that will never be resolved. When will it stop. You are killing your own people.”

Skooby:”My people?, them niggas ain’t never gon’ be my people’s. This shit is deeper than skin color. People done lost fathers and kids behind this gang banging shit. I done lost homeboys to the penitentiary and cemetery behind this shit. My dead homies ain’t never coming back. This is all I know. This is my set. That is my race, fuck all that other shit. Save that peace talk for Farrakhan, Im active.”

Skooby storms out of hospital.

Rocco: “If you wanna ruin your life go ahead!!”(screaming aloud at Skooby)

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At the 45 Ballstone hood house, the gang members are awaiting the retaliation plan.

Big Trick- (gang leader): Okay, Stonez, Even though TQ ain’t from da hood, something gotta be done. They tryin to make the hood look soft. So, load the ratchets (guns) up and listen to the lil homie Skooby.

Scooby: “Okay, this is what we gon’ do. I want FatTroy to park over here…..”(showing google map location)

 

Part 9 coming soon.

 

 

Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 7)

You:”Im headed to Ballstone and 49th st”

MMB: “Give me a reason not to smoke you right now!”

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WARNING: Graphic and inappropriate language is used throughout the story.

It’s Saturday evening and you are hungry. You take food orders from your mom and grandmother before you leave. As you step out, you notice that the block is clear and hardly anyone is out. Seems odd that no one you recognize is outside. The burger stand is 5 blocks away, so you take a bus to get there. When you get to Bucko Burger, you see an inter-racial couple in their mid forties arguing outside. A black man who looks like an out-of-shape Terrance Howard, and a Latin Woman who is Mexican American, resembling  the late Jenni Rivera. You simply walk past them and pay them no mind. When you step in Bucko Burger, you give the cashier your order and sit patiently.

You take a look outside and the inter-racial couple boards the transit bus from across the street. You fill up your soft drinks and grab your order while hearing loud music from a car entering the parking lot. A bright orange 2015 chevy impala with 22 inch custom rims, matching the paint, pulls inside the parking lot. As you walk out of the restaurant doors, you hear the music shut off and hear the car doors slam shut. You already fear that it may be the Mezza’s, so you strut a little faster. Suddenly at a moments notice you hear the Mezza bird caw, a ritual performed by the Mezza’s to mark their territory.

Mezza Member A: “Cahhhh-Cahhhhh!!!!”(crow voice)

Mezza Member B:”Hey Nigga!!…Hey!!! You hear me calling you Cuzz!! Turn around Nigga!”

You: (Blank stare)

Mezza Member B: “Where you from Nigga!  This M-Tre (M3) all day!”

You: “I don’t bang, man. I’m not from anywhere.”(cracked voice)

MMB: “How is that so?..Where you headed, where you stay at?”

Mezza Member A: “FUCK BITCHSTONE!!” (a derogatory term for Ballstone boyz)

You:”Look, I don’t want any problems, I am just trying to get home. I ain’t from no where.”

MMB: “Nigga, Answer the fuckin question! Where tha fuck you headed to?” (biting his lower lip with genuine contempt)

You:”Im headed to Ballstone and 49th st”

MMB: “Give me a reason not to smoke you right now!”

Mezza Member A: “Take off on that nigga P-NUTT, He a bitch! He prolly a Bitchstone anyway!” (taking the role of  a demagogue)

You:”C’mon bruh, I ain’t wit that. I don’t got no problems with anybody. I just live there. I don’t bang tho.”

P-Nutt: “Fuck Bitchstone and yo faggot ass cousin Skooby! We know where the fuck ya’ll at. I am on his head. He got his coming, and fuck you too you fuck boy!”

The fact that he knows of Skooby and speaks ill of him, irritates you to the point of anger.

You:”Nigga, check this out. I told you I don’t bang, but if you wanna catch a fade. Let’s go. I ain’t turning down nothing”

P-Nutt:”Whats hattnin then!”

(Takes off his shirt and hands it to MMA)

You: (Puts food down)

P-Nutt charges at you and you avert his tackle. You square up with him and connect the first punch to his neck.  A crowd is starting to form around the burger stand to watch the melee. He swings wildly and connects with your chin. It stuns you and you feel your adrenal glands pumping up. Next thing you know you feel a blow to the back of the head and you get jumped. You try to curl up in a fetal position to brace for kicks and blows to the back, but the damage is done. The owner comes outside and fires his pistol in the sky.”BOOM-BOOM”. The Mezza’s hop back in their car and drive off. You hear the ambulance in the distance before blacking out.

As you wake up you realize you are in the ambulance and in extreme pain. Something bad has happened to you, and you don’t understand why.  You keep flashing in and out of consciousness.

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Let’s Pretend You’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 6)

UNCLE ROCCO

Since you are approaching 17 1/2, you are in desperate need of getting  your  driver’s license. Uncle Rocco, a 48 year old heavyset dark-skinned man with a muscular build akin to Ving Rhames, is your fathers younger brother. Every weekend, he finds time to coach you on driving. Rocco, stays in an upper middle-class city 10 miles South of Troose called Maize Terrace. He is a licensed electrician who works as a lineman for the Edison Co. He is the closest thing you have to a male father figure.

Uncle Rocco:”Damn Ty’Qwonne, You are tryna kill me. The brakes are your friend. You need to ease on the gas pedal. Speed will kill you. Stop right here!”

You:”My Bad Unc’ I’m just excited to get my license. I’m tired of catching the bus. I need that Ford Explorer, like yesterday.”

{The Ford Explorer referenced is an abandoned vehicle in Uncle Rocco’s garage}

Uncle Rocco:”I already told you. You ain’t gonna get nothing if you don’t get them grades up and graduate. When you graduate, I will personally get the alternator replaced and give it a paint job. The pink slip will be handed over to you.”

You:”C’mon Unc’. I’m gonna graduate, but I honestly don’t know what it is that I am gonna do. It feels like I’m lost. I would go to college, but honestly, it ain’t for me. Things is changing Unc’. I read online that Mark Zuckerberg, and Bill Gates ain’t finish college. If they quit college, why should I go.”

Rocco:”If you don’t go to college, Whatchu gonna do?!..Smoke weed and hang with the Ballstone Boys. I know you are hanging with ya cousin Skooby, and he is a bad influence. He is a rowdy wanna-be punk. He doesn’t see himself beyond the hood! You wanna be stuck in the hood?!”

You:”But Unc’ Skooby ain’t as bad as you think. He….”

Rocco:”Don’t But Unc’ me!!! Your father would break out of prison if he knew you was hanging with him. You know your pops wouldn’t go for that bullshit! Let me tell you something about me….I grew up in Troose. I was an Original Troose Crip member. I ran around smoking weed, selling PCP, and driving low-riders!”

You: (Shocked)

Rocco: “I was a shit starting, blue rag banging nightmare. I know all about that lifestyle, but you know what got me out?..”

You: (silent)

Rocco: “They killed my cousin Tracy in broad daylight. In front of his mama’s house” {tearing up, crying}

Rocco: “I knew from that day forward, I had a choice to make. Fuck around and let the hood dictate my future, ending up dead like my big cousin. Or go out here and find a way out. I was lucky. I knew I had a second chance. I went to trade school and became an electrician. It was hard as hell leaving the hood and staying wit Sharice(his wife) and her mom.  Mrs Reece (his mother-in-law) was a sweetheart for taking me in. If it wasn’t for them I would be dead.”

You: (aghast)

Rocco: “So, when I am telling you that you need to graduate from school, I mean it with all my heart. I am telling you from a person who has been where you have been. I used to hang with guys like Skooby. Guess where they at now? The cemetery. None of them made it.”

You: “I understand that Uncle Rocco. It’s just hard to focus on school, when you living in a war zone. I’m living in constant fear that I might get killed, or moms might get robbed or shot by a stray bullet walking home from work. You know how it is Unc'”

Rocco:”You are right, I would take you in if it wouldn’t offend your mom. She is too proud of a woman to let you stay with me.”

You:”Nah, I couldn’t invade ya space like that Unc’..I got too much respect for you. Plus, you know moms ain’t having it. I’m her only child. I am her baby.”

Rocco: “I promised your Daddy that I would take care of you for him. I have to protect you. I don’t want you to be another one of these young boys getting killed or sent to prison off of making a few hundred dollars. Don’t be a fuck up T.Q, you ain’t like these other kids. You are smart. Go to school and be something in life. Skooby ain’t never gonna get past Ballstone Avenue. He is stuck on the 4 corners his gang run. Beyond those lines, he knows he is a dead man. He is stuck on the corner. Skooby is the type of guy that don’t wanna see you go beyond Ballstone either. Remember that.”

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Let’s pretend you’re black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 5)

Black women on #blacklivesmatter

It’s Saturday morning and the men are busy watching college football. Most of the women are preparing to go to church in the morning by heading to the hair salon. There are 3 hair salons in the city of Troose, but Nadine’s hair salon is the most popular. Nadine and her staff handle most of the African-American community. Councilwomen, Bus Drivers, Restaurant Workers, and Postal Workers all go to Nadine’s to spend half of the day. Here is the dialogue that goes on in Nadine’s:

TV: (News Broadcaster) “Officer slammed child and has been placed on unpaid leave until further notice.”

Red mohawk:”You see that Nadine….That officer need his ass whooped, slammin’ a lil ass girl like that. These officers is losin they rabid ass mind!”

(Salon groaning in unison)

Nadine:”Yep, but the backstory say that she was a lil badass. Being hella defiant, screaming at the officer and teacher. She was doin 4 much. Im jus sayin!”

Short brown hair:”So what!, that still don’t make it right. He wouldn’t slam no White girl like that. If Becky was actin out, she wouldn’t even get pepper sprayed. I don’t know why we keep letting these White cops get away with this nonsense gurl!”

Salon Worker Jada:”I agree, I also think that our Black men don’t treat us any better”

(Salon agreeing in accord)

Nadine:” We all being portrayed as bitches and hoes, nothing more than a sex tool to our men. A Black woman is known as a baby momma, but what do they call Sarah Palin daughter?”

(clapping and laughing)

Long Haired woman:” Tell me about it, then you got these White women taking our men. Them damn,(snapping her fingers) whats they name?..Kardashians are taking every rich Black man they see.”

Jada:” Walking around on television with fake asses, fake lips, and sun tans, these hoes wanna be Black so fuckin bad. We can’t even have our big asses anymore. White women wanna take that!” (cackling in laughter)

Nadine:”Y’all know Stretch got out!”

Jada:”That’s random, what made you think of that?”

Nadine:”Kardashian and Lamar Odom, Stretch look just like Lamar Odom”

Red Mohawk:”Yeah he do, He look good too. I’ll take care of his ass. Jail time did him good. Shiit!”(laughing)

Senior Citizen Pearline:”We losin too many of our sons and fathers to jail and gun violence. I have lost a Grandson and a Son behind this madness.”

Nadine:”Our men are passing away and going to jail, and we are left with the responsibility. When we need help or government assistance, we are shamed. We get stamped as welfare queens, cause we swipe an EBT card for food. When a White woman get stuck with responsibility, she divorces, or sues!”

Jada:”Maybe we need to get married, instead of having these no good, jailbird nigga babies, Hey, I’m just Sayin!!! It takes two.”

Nadine:”Even if we get married, what we gonna sue them for? Some Retro Jordan shoes. Hell. they barely wanna pay child support! What the hell I’m gonna sue for? A blunt!”

(salon roaring in laughter)

Senior Citizen Pearline:”We need to talk about whats really killing US!!! Violence and police brutality are killing our Black men, but you know what is killing us?”

Red Mohawk:”What?..broke ass baby daddies?”

(Salon laughs)

Pearline:”Heart disease, Diabetes, Breast Cancer, High Blood Pressure! These are the things killing us. When I was young like ya’ll, I took my health for granted. I cooked soul food and fried foods with a heavy hand of salt and butter. I refused to exercise. I didn’t wanna change my eating habits. I went through KFC drive-thru’s to compensate working two jobs to feed my children, and guess what happened. I had a stroke and renal failure in my 50’s. I go to kidney dialysis 3 times a week. I have to take 20 pills and vitamins a day, just to get through.”

(Salon quiet and somber)

Long Haired Woman:”I feel you Mrs. Pearline, I just can’t mess up my weave. I paid good money for my Brazilian hair. No disrespect, but I don’t do pack hair. The sweat would damage my hair.”

(salon humming and laughing)

Pearline:”So you just chose hair over heart disease?  If you don’t take care of your health, hair will be the last thing you need to worry about..Trust me on that, Sweetie”

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Let’s pretend you’re black:Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 4) of short series

The Felon’s Point of View

WARNING: Foul and inappropriate language is used in the following story.

It is Grandma’s birthday and all of your family are showing up to the event. Grandma will be 68 years old today and is still alive, despite diabetes complications. You are talking with your best friend/cousin named “Skooby”, a local blood member from the Ballstone Boyz. Skooby is 4 years older than you, and has done time in juvenile hall and youth authority. Skooby and you take a walk around the block and light up a blunt filled with marijuana. You guys pick a spot near a dumpster in an alley and talk about how crazy things are getting in Troose.

You:”Shit gettin crazy out here Skoob, niggaz is straight savages killin in broad daylight!”

Skooby:”That’s why I always keep that Nina Ross(gun) on me, in case these niggaz wanna try me wit that fuck-shit!”—(Fuck-shit means, weird or strange behavior)

You:”I gotta find a way to get me and moms up outta here. Im getting tired of making 170 bucks a week on this part-time shit. I’m tryna ball like Trump or Bill Gates one day. Create some shit like Steve Jobs. I am tired of being poor. Mom’s getting older, and pops getting out in 6 years. Im tryna have shit laced by time Pops get out so he can never have to work again”

Skooby:”I feel you bro. Thats why a nigga out here getting it. I stay on the come up getting that Guap (money). You think a nigga posed to get up and go to work for only enough money to pay the light bill and eat canned food. Nigga fuck that. Squares out here working at McDonald’s for a whole month just to buy some Jordan’s. What you make in a month, I make in a day.”(laughing hysterically)

You:(disturbed and uncomfortable look)

Skooby:”I used to be like you. Listen to the white man, wanna get a job and go the right path. That shit is for suckas B. The white man want you to work for him till you old and grey and aint got shit but diabetes and a social security check. Fuck that! My squad starting our own enterprise out here. All my niggas got new whips and bad bitches. Look at FatBoy Troy. That nigga used to wear the same Jordan sandals er’day. No money, hummin and bummin. Look at him now, he got his own turf, a brand new Challenger on 24’s with a bedroom full of Jordan’s. Bitches jock him now. You need to stop depending on the white man. That shit will hold you back bruh-bruh.”

You:”Don’t you fear going to jail and dying? Niggaz is droppin like bird shit. Goin to jail and doing 25-to-life bids.  Black men are incarcerated at high rates. I’m not trying to be another statistic. They say we either end up dead, jail, or paralyzed. I can’t walk that path. What if you die?”

Skooby:”youz a scary ass nigga (puffs the blunt). You gonna die anyway! you could drive your car and get into an accident and die. Fuck them statistics. Them statistics aint taking care of me and my niggaz. You brainwashed TQ. That’s why you ain’t gonna be shit. You wanna regular job to be a house nigga and never have shit.”

Unknown voice:”TEEEEEEEEEE-KYOUUUUUUUU!!!!”

Skooby:”Ah, shit, I forgot to tell you that cousin Stretch got out!”

Stretch, a black man with a svelte, muscular figure, standing at 6’4, is a cousin of yours who went to prison when you were 5 years old. He was a member of the 45th St Ballstone Bloods, who went to jail for armed robbery. He was 18 at the time of the crime, coming off a botched college basketball career. He was a 4-star recruit who earned a scholarship to a NCAA Division-1 basketball team. During his freshman season he averaged 20 pts a game. Stretch, had a problem with who he surrounded himself with. He was always around his childhood friends from the hood. They convinced him to participate in an armed robbery. The event was captured on a surveillance camera and became national news. Stretch, real name Egypt Browne, was sent to prison for 15 years. Due to good behavior, and prison overcrowding, he qualified for early release.

Stretch:”Wassup Black MEN!!!”

You:”Wassup”(in an estranged and aloof tone)

Skooby:”Whattup Stretch! You done got buff. You used to be a twig, nigga!”

Stretch:”Yeah, that’s what that prison food will do to you. You youngstas got a  lot to learn. T.Q, you was too little to know who I am, but I am your big cousin. You are a grown man now, and Skooby you got big too.”

Skooby: “I’m tryna tell this nigga about making money off tha block, but he ain’t listening.”

You: (Looking uncomfortable)

Stretch:”That shit is stupid Skooby, Jail is not a place for boys. It’s a lot of shit that goes on in prison that you guys don’t understand. I have seen grown men get raped, stabbed,  and killed in prison. Yes, you can die in prison. Skooby you are a knuckle-head that won’t listen to anyone. But I am telling you guys, prison is no joke! I have seen grown men cry in prison.”

Skooby: (growing irritated)” Youz a old head. You don’t know what shit is like on the block right now. Shit has changed. Mezza’s and the Troose 13’s is running shit. Aspey’s are fucking wit crabz (crips) and shit is all fucked up. Niggas is out here getting killed like Iraq. You don’t know shit!”

Stretch:”First of all, Im your O.G.!! Nigga don’t get it twisted. I used to run wit some of your lil homies uncles. You a poo-butt snot nosed wanna be. I’ve lined it up (fought) wit Crips in the chow hall, 2 on 1. I served time for puttin in work for the hood. You just went to Juvie (Juvenile hall). Do you know what it’s like to not have none of the homies write you or put money on your books (commissary)? Do you know what its like to not have a relationship with your child, because of a fuck up you did when you was 19? My baby momma moved on to another man, who my son calls daddy, and won’t acknowledge me or my phone calls. You don’t know that pain, Blood!”

Skooby: (puzzled look)

You: (involved and intrigued)

Stretch:”I have been looking for a job for the past two months I’ve been out, and can’t get hired. I have tried everything. There is no equal-opportunity for an ex-felon. I have to register wherever I live.  My P.O (probation officer) is my fuckin baby sitter. I have to piss in a cup and check in with her at a moments notice. I have no rights. Cops can harass and take me to jail, simply off of suspicion. I can’t hang with none of my homies cause of gang-injunction laws. The White man won’t hire me. The Black man won’t hire me. He is just as scared of me as the White man is. I can’t even get a job doing construction. The Mexicans and Latinos are taking over the labor industry. They come into our country with skilled trades and businesses. We barely have a culture, we don’t wanna help each other out. The million man march and Black lives matter shit is cute, but we don’t wanna help each other out. The ex-felons don’t have a voice. Especially the Blacks. Mexicans and Whites get a job working for their cousin when they get out of jail. Where do the Blacks go? Back to the block to sell some crack and end up back in Prison. It is an invisible caste system that never gets publicized. So, for now, I have to stick to these temporary jobs I get at the local “Labor-Ready”. I am removing roof shingles and digging holes for less than 40 bucks a day. You young bucks got a lot to learn!”

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Let’s pretend you’re black:Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (Part 3) of short series

The Cops Perspective

Meet Brock Herschen, a 45 year old Marine Veteran that currently works for the Troose P.D. as an officer. He is a married father of three kids: a 19 year old woman, 15 year old boy, and 7 year old twin girls. He lives in a suburban city 25 miles west of Troose called Bay Lagos. Bay Lagos is a predominately Caucasian community. Many officers stay in this town because it is a safe distance from work and the crimes are mostly non-violent. Herschel, is not a racist cop. He doesn’t wake up with a penchant to kill young black men. He just wants to make it back home safely to his family.

At the job he has to run towards the stuff that most people run away from. He gets paid to face danger. His typical day consists of a briefing detailing the latest crime buzz that is plaguing the streets. Officer Brock, works one of the toughest beats in Troose. He is recognized as a consummate professional. Pulling no strings and taking no chances, Herschen, is seen as a no-bullshit tough ass. In the span of his 18 year career, he has seen 9 of his fellow officers killed in the line of duty. He has been wounded by gunfire before. Seen countless officers get stabbed or maimed by felonious criminals. Herschen, loves his family and will not take any chances with losing his life. He will take anyone who tries to kill him, along with him.

During his tenure, Officer Brock, has been: spit on, nearly ran over, choked, molotov cocktails thrown near his vehicle, sprayed with mace, and whatever else you can name. A criminal is the lowest vile human on earth, and cannot be taken lightly. A criminal will shoot you in a heartbeat if he smells fear. Cops know that a felon will kill a cop without question. There have been times where Officer Brock witnessed a death of a colleague, shot by a felon with 2 strikes. The felon rationalizes that he will kill others, as well as himself before serving a lifetime bid.

So, Brock and a couple co-workers go to an Irish Pub that most of the cops frequent after work. He has a conversation with Officer Jack Kotellow, a middle-aged gentleman, heavy set with red hair and freckles. Kotellow , is known to be a racist cop. He has bigoted ideas that conflict with many of the modern times. Brock and Kotellow have a conversation after a few beers. It goes like this:

JK:”Im getting tired of these dumb ass niggers!”

BH:”Why’s that?” he said with a smirk.

JK:”These fuckin niggers are complaining too damn much. They have a Black President and equal rights, so what are they crying about! This country is going to the shitter with this guy we got leading this country. If Hilary wins, I’m moving out of the country. Fucken Libetards(Libertarians) don’t understand the consequences of letting all these immigrants, who commit crimes, come into this country. We are the ones who have to arrest these dickheads!” he said in a bemoaning tone.

BH:”Really, huh?”(nervous laughter)

JK:”You damn skippy! Fucken niggers saying Black Lives Matter, but kill each other in droves. The so-called evil white man ain’t killing them like they killing each other! While their welfare queen baby mamas use our tax money WE PROVIDE  from OUR HARD WORK…” he declared.

JK:”Its bullshit. Where is the media coverage and memes when our Officers get killed by these animals. How bout ALL LYVES MATTA!” he said in a tone mocking a black person.

BH: “Well, what can I say?”

JK:”Just say it’s true..These blacks want to all be mafia dons, but don’t wanna be a real man and get a job. They walk around with their pants sagging with face tattoos and wonder why they get harassed. Hey Brock! Thats like wearing a short skirt in a dark alley and crying rape!”(raising his beer mug laughing)

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Imagine you’re Black: Ty’Qwonne Blacksten (part two) of short series

The Educational System

You are in a city with 5 gangs and 3 schools. The way that schools are chosen are by location.  The three schools are: Lincoln High, Weaver High, and  Grant High.

Lincoln High- ran by the 45th Ballstone Bloods and Aspey Street Mafia Brims

Weaver High- ran by Hyde St Hustla Crips/Troose 13/ Mezza St

Grant High- Mezza St Murder Mob/Troose 13/Aspey St Mafia Brims

Although you are located on Ballstone Ave with the Bloods, you are assigned to Weaver High. You have a lot of friends from the Ballstone Bloods because you grew up with most of them. They know you as “TQ”, and they know your father was about peace, so the Ballstones never messed with you. You have no gang ties with them, just many friends who are members of this gang.

As you walk through the city of Troose, you have to walk past all five deadly neighborhoods in order to get to school. The walk back home is deadly as Russian Roulette. There have been multiple gang fights and stabbings that have been reported within the past month. Mezza St is the most notorious and brutal gang. They have been going at it with everybody, except the Mexican gang. The Troose 13 supply the Mezza’s with drugs.

The Crips are linked together through affiliation. In the mid 1990s, the Crips were all unified in Troose. They were originally called the Original Troose Crips. A lot of turmoil within the gang came to a boil when the leader got murdered in broad daylight. Suggestions were made that it was an inside job and the gang split after that. Therefore, there is two crip gangs instead of one.

As you are in school, you recognize that the teachers aren’t passionate about teaching because they don’t get performance bonuses. The lazy teacher, makes as much as the great and high ranking teacher. So, ultimately there is no incentive in working harder. Its not uncommon to see a bunch of kids absent or truant from school. The neighborhoods are too risky to walk through. The turnaround rate for teachers in Troose unified school district is staggering. Many days the teacher is some free-spirited substitute who lets the kids have fun in class. He or she doesn’t care about giving a lecture because they are only Substitutes. There have been some exceptions here and there, but mostly duds.

“U wanna date, daddy?!”

When you do make it home, past drug dealers, killers, prostitutes and crackheads, you can barely focus on homework. There are way too many gunshots and sirens that distract you. You are wondering if your Mom will make it back home safely. You pray she doesn’t get mugged or caught in the crossfire. Every two weeks, you see a candle light vigil of a friend, young boy, or girl being murdered in cold blood. The anxiety of living in a dangerous neighborhood is stressing you out.

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