Sunday, October 02, 2016

The Condemnation of the Gorilla

Those of us on the outside looking in...those of us perplexed by the behavior...those of us who cannot comprehend MUST understand that the response is one of frustration, and an embarrassing self confirmation that we (black people) do not have any control over most aspects of our lives. No control over our bodies. But, definitely not to the extent described by crudish Donald Trump. Contrary to his asinine belief, there is a huge number of African American/Black men and women who are not “living in a hell’. We (black men) may however be characters on a real reality show that has a point increase for police officers killing black men.

Nonetheless, even the wealthy and Modern Day Turncoat blacks (Herman Cain's) do not have complete control of their black bodies.

The author, Ta-Nehisi Coates, eloquently describes the life of black people in America as a beautiful struggle. He further describes the black life in the United States as an abstract state of existence while using the words body and injustice in an analogy. “Coates confronts the notion of race in America and how it has shaped American history, many times at the cost of black bodies and lives.” The black body has been subjected to numerous evils that haunt black people today. The hauntings manifest in our self concept, behavior and within decision making. We often times function from a self-imposed disadvantage which ultimately is a life lived in Condemnation.

Far too many black people are condemned. Condemned by limited finances, condemned by the failure of the public schools in and near their neighborhoods - and there are countless blacks regulated to an experience that is reflective of previous generations, Void of Hope. Tupac Shakur reminded us of the collective belief that all hope is lost. That hope has no secure home.

“The truth is there is no hope for the future.”

This is what Shakur believed. This is what the enraged looter is sharing with the world. He is sick and tired of the promises that America has not lived up to...he is beating on his chest as a gorilla does when he wants attention or when he needs to mark his territory. Unlike the gorilla, the black woman...the black person does not feel at home, at peace or free to claim territory.

In most cases the black people who have spent time protesting and destroying property have no idea how to express themselves. They are wandering voiceless souls using the identity of America's former transgressions -violence and mayhem- to say, 'Look at me. I am human too.' Inconsequently, this is where Black America differs from White America. We do not have blood on our blood from the slaughter of Native blood from the African that was forced to be a recipient of imperialistic rape.

The disarrayed in-protest response has been within the fabric of America for decades so my reasoning should not excuse the desperate effort to be acknowledged...white people have reacted the same way too.


But, it has typically been in response to their University winning a national sport’s championship. And yet, blacks get the question,

Why are you all destroying shit?

The backlash is a -REACTION- that stems from a black man being executed by the police. These REACTIONS have become commonplace...a regular occurrence. Why?

Because the killing of the black man in America is a systematic atrocity which has been a reality..a sport for more than 100 years.

The RESPONSE is ridiculous and outlandish in some ways - but I understand. I agree that vandalism is inappropriate - and is a shallow RESPONSE to a calculated conspiracy to Tame the Gorilla.

There will always be a REACTION to the killing of the unloved In-Danger Species, The Black Man. The chaos in the aftermath is a sign of desperation. It is a RESPONSE to the inflicted Condemnation.

Black people worldwide have been under attack for years...condemned for years. Consequently, I do believe if black people had the means -some not all...only the Field Niggers- would strike back with devastating blows like a Nat Turner.

Hoping it does not become all out war. But, the Gorilla’s Back is against a wall...the gorilla is preparing to pounce...The Gorilla Is.

Muata Nowe

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Teacher BAE Bae

Her body is banging. There is no doubt about that. She is pretty too. And, there must be some level of intelligence. She is a Keeper of children. Intellect is a requirement in the field of the arena of holding the key to education. Distractions should not be within the curricula of academics. TeacherBae's body is not a distraction within the setting she works in now -or did work in. I read somewhere that she was fired. Not sure. Anyway, Her body is a result of dynamic genes dating back generations of African people - and possibly a consequence of working out. She looks fit. Far too many times, I see overweight teachers, nurses, doctors and other people who should be physically fit. Particularly, if you are an individual that face impressionable minds each day. The same goes for persons who are charged with representing Healthcare i.e. doctors, dentist, and nurses. "TeacherBae" as an elementary school teacher is in innocent territory. However, if she was a middle or high school teacher she would be the cause of major disruption. Pre-teens and teenage boys would be asking for Restroom Passes every five minutes. And, they would not be pissing on the toilet seats. They would be jerking they do on the regular at home in their bedrooms.

For me, if she was a teacher at my middle school I would be distracted as I teach health and the proper mechanics of kicking a soccer. All the hoopla surrounding her attire and BODY should not generate the racist and sexist comments. She is fine. Leave it at that. All this chatter about "if it were a white woman" need to stop. We, black folk, are quick to utilize and preface race. And, white folk are so damn uncomfortable with our (blacks) bodies. If it ain't the black man's dick, it is the black female's ass. We are built differently. It is that simple. We are also physiologically framed to be better athletes. Jimmy the Greek was right! And yet, he was fired for speaking a TRUTH. Finally, understand/know that my initial reaction to her photos and the drama was: 'She needs to dress like she is going to teach children everyday, dress more conservatively.' In the span of four hours I have adjusted my thoughts and opinions..thanks to discussing this latest Distraction with guess who? A BLACK female. The black woman's corporate/work related issues are real. If she ain't mad, she is disgruntled - or she needs to smile more. The latter I agree with, by the way. Smile. But, not to appease The White Man, and the Black Man for that matter!

Muata Nowe

Saturday, January 09, 2016

Bill Cosby Deserves Both.

The chatter about Bill Cosby has not overwhelmed me. It has encouraged me to state My Say,

I still value and respect the contributions Bill Cosby have bestowed. He has done a lot. Actually, more than most black preachers, athletes and entertainment celebrities who by the way have skeletal remains in their closets.

It is not just his contributions to several universities, he also became a positive alternative for television, The Adventures of Fat Albert and The Cosby Show.

For once in decades of television a black man was saying and doing The Right Thing. He was a husband, and not a gangster. He was a black man giving advice to children of all walks of life...Bill Cosby became a man worthy of respect.

Then after years of being a devoted father and husband on TV, Bill Cosby became the black man that many blacks began to despise. He went from a loved and admired black man to a black wealthy man who aired the dirty laundry of African Americans...he simply told the truth about our unconsciousable behavior that typically goes unaddressed because of our Black Hypocrisy...because of our unwillingness to own our betrayal of those who paved the way. Bill Cosby called a spade a spade. White people enjoyed his frankness and blacks either ducked their heads in shame or began a campaign to discredit him. The latter did not work. Bill is/was right about us.

And now, like so many other black men he is in need of our support...he needs the adoration that was present when he was the voice of Fat Albert and Dumb Donald...he needs the respect we gave when he was Mr. Cliff Huxtable. He is in need.

That was evident when he was escorted by a female lawyer into the courthouse. He looked frail...he looked caught up...he looked as if he was carrying the Burden of Guilt.

He is defeated. Beaten by the past that he kept under wraps. Destroyed by his demons.

I saw a man that once gave me hope that a black family could exist without persistent dysfunction. I saw a man that shared positive life values during a time when black men were often characterized as (and were) fast-talking pimps, slick Jesus-loving ministers and brutal lawbreakers.
I saw a man that I cannot let go despite my inclinations of his guilt.

I ALSO saw a Man...not a black man. A Man who used drugs to disorient women. A Man who raped...not assaulted women.

I now see a Man. Not a black man.

Bill Cosby is the epitome of Man...the good, the bad and the ugly. Sadly, he will depart from this life as what he shares with so many: of his doing he has become The Ugly.

As I conclude this simple commentary and keeping in mind that I too carry the good, the bad and the ugly, I am hoping that I will be able to balance my Commendation with my Condemnation.

Bill Cosby Deserves Both.

Muata Nowe

Monday, December 21, 2015

Breastfeeding Perception

Initially, I was puzzled. Perplexed. I was certain that I was experiencing an intellectual blockade. Nothing came to mind.

NONETHELESS, I was intrigued. It was as if I had a brain freeze that left the curiosity sphere of my brain in complete numbness. Now, that I have had a few weeks to view the photograph directly (continuous cell phone views) and indirectly (memory conjure) I have ONLY this,

The stoic black woman appears to be at ease. Relaxed. Unmoved. Committed to her responsibility. Additionally, I see an isolated intensity in her eyes. There is a sense of emptiness. Her demeanor resembles a black female slave getting raped by her slave master…devastated. But, she does project seminal confidence in that she is serving her purpose without blemish. Black people are exceptionally obedient slaves.

Interestingly, after a flickering of my eyes and a refocus, she is not a hollow soul. She is a reservoir of life. Her life substance is providing nourishment to a white child that from my assessment is unappreciative. Take note of the baby's hand. What do you see? I see a middle finger indicating that the painter's intention is to perhaps tell another story.

If I am correct, that middle finger may just be the baby's way of communicating his response to any possible judgment or discontentment. That gesture of 'Fuck You' is the baby's first explanation for what his life will be. It will be a life of privilege. The baby is telling us,

'I will grow up with the easy capability to get what I want...when I want it. How I get what I want will go unexplained. I will not be questioned. I will be praised because my bloodline is Caucasian. I don't have to worry about being mistaken as an average Joe. I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I will get the job, not some jigaboo with the name Fearless DeAndre. My white heritage secures me a spot on the train, on the bus, in the life will be one of White Privilege. All I have to do is take advantage of what's put before me. Yeah...I have it made. Like I do now. I get the best milk. It comes from the Black Woman. She is forte. She is passing her Strength on…to me.’

White Privilege began years ago. It has not dissolved…it has not been unpacked. It is an ingrained institutional concept that not only exists in the minds of numerous white people; it is an accepted circumstance by African American men and women that reminds African American men and women that their status is Unworthy, not United States citizen. We, black people, have accepted White Privilege for what it is. It is a reality that’s supported by Western Civilization’s Christianity and everything that promotes White Supremacy e.g. Jesus Christ as a white savior, Santa Claus as a white man, white girls as angelic and white boys as the only desirable men for the hit reality television show, The Bachelor.

This is what I see…this is my perception.

Muata Nowe 

Monday, November 16, 2015

Tyshawn Lee, a Life played…a Life Lost…a Failure in the Alley

Before we commence with our monotony –our Smartphone lives- we must acknowledge that Tyshawn Lee was a living soul. He was a human being, not another one of the numerous murder victims that threatens the civility of Chicago. There is nothing civil about assassination.

Tyshawn was a little boy, innocent, probably a good student who loved to play. All kids want to play. Sadly, playing in a city that has been seized by gang violence is an act of Russian roulette.

Next, we have to apologize to Tyshawn Lee, to the children who have been retaliatory targets - and we may as well apologize to the other men, women and children who will be terminated by this year’s gun violence that is primarily playing out on the Southside of Chicago, the black urban center that functions as a War Zone. Without a doubt and with all certainty, there will be more young black persons discarded like an Old English forty ounce bottle by someone that shares Tyshawn’s dark pigmentation, a black person.

The obvious is among African Americans while the ignored is the obvious. Blacks killing blacks is not an orchestrated conspiracy controlled by white people used to hoodwink black people into believing that crime is unique to them. Black on black crime is a reality, it is not something that should be ignored because the obvious is appalling, we (black people) kill each other at an alarming rate. Tyshawn Lee was the latest sport-kill by America’s latest creation, The Black Ku Klux Klan

The Apology

Dear Tyshawn,

As the physical form of your existence is rolled into a packed church with mourners, I would like to extend my apology…an apology that long after you are gone will be a web-based (blog) testament of my ongoing disappointment - and an additional documentary of a sadness that I cannot shake. The image of your face is what I see in my sleep…in my fading hopes and in my elusive faith. It is this faith that is synonymous with Losing the Battle.

Failure is what we have to live with, Tyshawn…we failed you. Me. Your parents. Your community. Your neighborhood. Your school. Every single African American failed you. We failed when we have all the tangibles and intangibles to win.

Protecting you from a world that seems to be void of respect and honor for children is a battle that I am sick and tired of fighting. I am overwhelmed by the sullied Souls of Black Folks. You did not deserve our Failure.

I am sorry, Tyshawn.

As I sit here looking over the landscape of middle school students, I am bewildered, melancholy, depressed, defeated, and tearful of the thought of your last moments. The intense fear you must have felt. The shock you were faced with that led to your acceptance of your fate must have been horrifying. I can't imagine that terror.

Tyshawn, I am sorry.

I am sorry that no one with decency was in that dreadful space to protect you from the deprived emotionalism of humankind, your assassins.

I am sorry, Tyshawn.

I am sorry as the result of your death that I am coming closer to confirming that God has left the most vulnerable...YOU. Children. The unshakeable faith that I once had has dwindled. It is not a flickering light that once guided me. It is, no more…

My wandering mind wants to know what will become of your death besides an ersatz memorial in an alley…in a locale that insulates the decadences of an infiltrated community, a gang haven. An alley is where you met your Maker. Perhaps, there is a necessary symbolism that needs to be highlighted.

Tyshawn, an alley is a narrow open structure that has an entrance and an exit. Many of us enter life to serve a purpose. Life is the alley. It is an opportunity for us to get it right before we have to exit. Leave this earth. The hermeneutic transfer has not entered and it has not exited. Tyshawn, your people remain in an alley…we are Wanderers wondering what to do…we are the children of Israel, lost, beaten, defeated. Your people are not seeking to exit. 

That there is the symbolism. We have become Alley People.

I am just sorry, Tyshawn.

Someone told me that I cannot continue to allow situations beyond my control to affect me. Your death has changed me – I need for you to give me an Exit Strategy so that I will not be positioned in this alley for a lengthy time in mourning. Mourning…is where I have been for a long time.

Help, Tyshawn…help me be Free

-Muata Nowe 

Thursday, October 01, 2015

A Matter of LIFE

The Black Lives Matter Movement is another feigning fad generated by a distorted emotional response mostly from African Americans who either need a ‘cause’ or who fail to acknowledge the self-induced debaucheries that continue to haunt the black community. Furthermore, African Americans are not in a position of moral latitude to declare that Black Lives Matter. African Americans have proven time and time again that LIFE -the existence of an individual human being or animal- is of utmost importance only when the homo sapiens are with dark skin; primarily African American skin. Asian and Hispanic Americans are not covered by this unapologetic pronouncement, Black Lives Matter. Therefore, regulating this discriminatory effort to the memory of Sandra Bland, Forgotten.

Without any confusion, the African American community has not raised the banner of a Life Respected meaningfully, consistently, exclusively and/or reverently. A Life Respected is not a life taken by a stray bullet that was fired from the handgun of a black boy. A Life Respected is not a life that was cut short by a black man who kills another black man because the emotionally irresponsible black man lost his temper. A Life Respected is not a life poisoned by the black dope man’s heroin sales. A Life Respected is not the life incapacitated by a black man and woman’s rash decision to terminate a pregnancy. Abortion is another form of life liquidation embraced by black women disguised as Feminism.

Without any doubt, a Life Respected has not been a source of advocacy by the African American community in a long time. Black people with the precious label of US citizen are not in a moral locale to demand that a black life matters. More accurately, the African American community is in the position of a haunting ancestral condemnation. Ancestry acceptance has always been contingent on our ability to defy the power structure that harms us…to honor self and represent The Black Family with dignified behavior. We have not done that in the collective. No. We have not.

Behavior will not be approved by any governing or convening body when and if the behavior is a cancer within the body of the people that seeks recognition, respect, empathy and compassion.

The crimes we commit against each other ARE NOT black on black crimes. It is correctly defined as Love Lost. A love squandered by an unrelenting inability to self-restrain. A love frivolously applied to iniquities that are considered The New Normal. Consequently, black on black crime does not exist. Love for one another is fiercely vacated, rendering the African American community unworthy of acquiring compassion from those who do not look like them.

The majority population –like the African American population- does not care about the brutalized black female who is dehumanized by the black brute disguised as a Black Man. The majority population –like the African American population- does not care if a black teenager is beaten to death by one of his ‘boys’.

Thus, no one (none of the Movement mongers) gives a damn about the Totality of Humanity, Life. Why should a black life matter when the black rallying community does not convene to pay homage to our slain Latino brothers and sisters? Why should a black life matter when a black life taken by the hands of a black has proven to be by irrelevant?

She/he is just another Nigger dead. That’s the way it is.”

Is not this decision to prioritize value of life…add value to a life based on the urban zip code called


Muata Nowe 

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Black Love Deconstruction


I am trying to finish reading Salvation, Black People and Love by Bell Hooks.

It has been extremely difficult for me to finish because of the heartfelt substance that reminds me of Love’s absence within the African American community.

Bell’s words are touching...unexpectedly impacting my spirit. Out of nowhere, while reading on several occasions I have become surprisingly emotional. These moments have been quite revealing - and helpful in addressing what and who I see every single day: Myself.

That mirror reflection is my moment to address the damages caused by my former Self-Hatred. The damages that, in all sense of the word, are bad consequences for bad decisions. The decisions that were rooted in the hatred of myself.

But I am not alone…

I believe it to be completely impossible for any other group of people to fully comprehend how Love was stripped away from the black slaves that made their way to the New World as 'cattle property'. Not only, was the horrible ride in the gut of slave ships physically and mentally demoralizing, the brutality of human dignity stripping perpetrated on the black slaves by the slave masters is now a child rearing tactic incorporated and utilized by black immediate and extended family members. The brutality is a learned behavior that stems from living in a hell...Slavery.

Self-hatred concepts, as Hooks states, are masked. It is living in the form of 'cautious' parenting. The type of parenting that reminds black children of their "proper place". It is the parenting that presents itself  in the form of communicating to black children that they cannot speak out against racial injustice...that they must not question white authority...that in order to live in the White world the black child must live a life of   false self  , live a life of meekish pretense and the conscious denial of genuine feelings. Bell Hooks goes on to share the psychological term used to describe this atrocity as   Soul Murder.

How does the black person simply end the self-hatred when the oppression of black and brown people still exist? How does the black person remove self-hatred from their actions when it is hatred that’s killing them? (white cops shooting and killing black men)

Is not the killing of black men by the police a reminder that they (black men) are not worthy? How does the young black girl grow-up -while being raised to love herself - and extinguish the hatred that's alive and dormant in the souls of her black classmates, friends and family members?

TEARS flowing

The magnitude of the Willie Lynch plan deconstructed the mind, body and spirit of black people - and The Fire Next Time still rages on! Black people in various capacities remain participating zombie-like characters...we are The Walking Dead of the 21st century.

Not only is the destruction inflicted institutionally by the White Power Structure and by the overarching Christian Church Body, it is a commonly practiced generational occurrence within black families.

Bell Hooks mentions in her book the all too often black family strategy to   "break the spirit of the wilful, creative black child in order to prepare them for living in the world of racial apartheid."

TEARS flowing

As a child, I was told that I would "never be nothing" by a member of my mother's church family...he claimed his remark was intended to "motivate" me to "do something with my life". I was also told, "I hope and pray that you don't be nothing like your daddy. If you do you will go to prison." To this very day, May 15, 2015, at this mature age of 44 - my spirit has not healed.

My Spirit was Broken

Imagine the "Breaking of Spirits" multiplied by thousands.

Are you able to understand the immense terror this has caused on the Souls of Black Folk? How does one (black person) truly get completely pass this brand of terrorism of the mind and spirit? How?!

In the collective, it has been and will continue to be virtually impossible for black people to eradicate self-hatred from the DNA of black lives considering the toxicity is an ingrained black family child-rearing mechanism for MOST black families - and a present day weapon used by the Western and European World Order in public education, the workforce, entertainment and in almost every facet of life.

Black Love Deconstruction 

Muata Nowe