Today's Black Men are a bunch of Pussies!

     On August 11, 1965 I witnessed one of the most traumatic events in my life the Watts Riot. I was 12 years old and  I almost lost my life twice. Once when I was inside a store on 41st and Central and someone threw a Molotov Cocktail in a  store I was shopping in. Everyone inside, had to get to the back of the store and knock down a door seconds before the whole store was engulfed.
      The second time I was going to a Market on Adams and Central to get some milk at the only store open.  The National Guard had one of it's command centers there. I came out of an alley made a hook slide on my bike, when the dust cleared from the slide, I was staring down the barrel of an M-14 and a scared, shaking white boy, in an Army uniform. Did I mention at 12, I was 5'9' and weighed 189 pounds. Luckily I just got cussed out and not killed like the other 33 Blacks that lost their life.

     I mention this tonight, on one of the worst injustices perpetrated on African Americans, the not guilty verdict of George Zimmerman.  I don't condone riots. In both Los Angeles riots Blacks got the worst end of that deal. But what I do condone is what happen before the Watts riot and what happened afterwards.

     Before the Watts Riot, I recall watching TV and seeing  brave African American  men, marching for civil rights. I saw them as they were snatched from  diners and beaten by angry White men. Yet they came out the next day, with bandages and sat at the same counter. I watched as those Black students walked up to the front of the University of Alabama, to face an ugly snarling racist, then walk through the door. I recall how I wanted to go to Selma and fight the police I saw beating the Black people who wanted to vote. I know there were Black women and White people in the mix, but as a young man I was intrigued by the Black men. I wanted to be just like them. Fight their fear and risk harm for me.  Then they killed Martin Luther King Jr. I thought they have beat us again. I was afraid that Blacks would settle for what they would give us. We would slip back into the  Jim Crow days of old.

   
      Then one day I turned on the TV and I saw another image. I saw proud Black men, with Black Tams and Leather Coats, and this scary Black Panther. I saw them standing there with guns. I saw them not begging for justice, but demanding justice. I saw how afraid the White talking heads looked on the news cast, reported how these men who were demanding, that the United States protect our neighborhood from police brutality. That if U.S. didn't, they would. They would protect the community from the police, by any means necessary. These were the offspring of the Civil Rights Movement. Black Militancy had arrived.

     It was then I saw the changes. We were not begging for justice now. It was being offered., We were not begging for better jobs, they were coming to us. Instances of Police Brutality declined. For the first time in my life, I felt that African Americans were getting real  respect from Whites. I saw the first Blacks in various jobs and positions and careers that are common place today.
     I don't condone violence unless it is necessary. What I felt back then was a sense of pride. I was willing to fight and die. Fight and die to protect my community from from the ravages of racism that ate my forefathers inside out. It was a collective campaign. I truly believe Black Militants made justice move a little bit faster.






        Finally the day came when I looked on TV and I saw someone who looked just like me, throwing a grenade, and another man just like him firing a M-60 with tracers flying from the barrel. They were Black troops in Vietnam.  I saw that I came from a stock of men, who were not a bunch of "Yasah Massah" shuffling cowards.I joined to learn how to become a fighting man.  I come from a race of men who weren't afraid to stand up to the most powerful nation in the world and say, "enough is enough."  No more Emmett Tills, No more Medgar Evers, no more little girls dying in Churches in Birmingham. Because the world finally knew who we were.

       What happened to that Spirit is a long story. Crack supplied by the govenment, Gangs created by the CIA, bad roles models, that is for another blog.
 
         Jim Crow has risen his ugly head again and not a whisper. The First Black POTUS and it seems like no Black men have his back. We should have had a million man march when that Birth Certificate stupidity began. Throwing Black men into prison for stuff they give White people a ticket for. Another form of slavery.I hear nothing from Black men. Except for a few like Al Sharpton, and a whole lot of Black women, Bill Maher,

 a White man,  is the only militant  voice we have. Voting Right Acts, GONE!!!! And a Fat Fuck name George Zimmerman gets away with a one man lynching of Trayvon Martin and all I see is a bunch of sorry ass tweets and Facebook posting.

There needs to be Marching, and voting and boycotting, and if necessary, a show of force to let it be known, if the justice system won't protect our Black youth, then Black men will by any means necessary.

Yeah, I'm sorry Brothers but compared to the Black men of the 50's, 60's and 70"s. Y'all is a bunch of pussies.
Like Denzel Washington said in "Glory", "WE MEN AIN'T WE?"

"ALAS POOR OJ. I KNEW HIM WELL"

     Nothing elucidates a fall from grace like the life of O.J. Simpson.
He was the dashing handsome running back  all of American's seemed to love. He came to fame during the last stages of the Civil Rights struggle. His name was held high with Cassius Clay  and Lew Alcindor. Men who all young African Americans my age could set as genuine role models. Placed on the alters of hope and future aspirations. To many White children my age, O.J. was the Black man they could look up to as a role model without concerns of the intolerant  society of the time. I recall the death of one of his children in a drowning accident. The whole nation seemed to mourn with him. He was adored by all.

     Then in June of 1994 his whole world came crashing down like a Russian  meteor from hell.  Nicole Brown Simpson and  Ronald Lyle Goldman, were found murdered in an upscale neighborhood in West Los Angeles, called Brentwood.  I actually walked by the restaurant where Nicole had her last meal, and Ron made his last dime. I asked a waiter to point out to me and a date where Nicole had been sitting. He silently pointed to a table near the front entrance.
 
     There was this global gasp. I did not even know that O.J. and Nicole were separated at that time. I stopped paying attention to his love life after he divorced his wife quite frankly, so the details of the volatile relationship was news to me. I dare say to many others, because O.J. was really nothing more than a commercial jockey by then. (It would have  been  interesting to see, if his reputation had survived to Reality TV)

    Then came the words that changed O.J.'s life forever. SUSPECT!  OJ was now subject to the word that most Black males in America fear including myself. Because it was commonly felt, right or wrong, in the Black community any Black man suspected of killing a White woman was guilty as sin by most White folks. No trial, no jury needed. I also think  that 80% of  the  people who think he is guilty made up there minds when he decided to do the car chase thing. Had he not done that the percentages would be significantly lower.

     There was a trial, THE TRIAL OF THE CENTURY . The world had never seen anything like it since the TV era. Probably the closest trial of the 1900's to compare was that of Bruno Richard Hauptmann and before that Lizzie Borden. I actually believe the OJ trial gave birth to FOX NEWS, which was launched in 1996 during deliberations.

     I don't have time to go over all the facts of the trial as I see them, but the prosecution lost me when it opened up  the trial with the, Barking of a Dog. In fact the same night I walked passed the restaurant in question, my date and I were in the same neighborhood of the murders. Suddenly a dog barked and I joked, "Listen Honey, a Black man is killing a White woman." Now there is even a case out for a serial killer, who may have done the dastardly deed.

        My main reason for believing OJ did not commit the murders is for this reason. He is to stupid to get away with such an elaborate crime.

    If OJ had committed those murders the police would have found more, than a glove that did not fit, and scratch on his finger, and spots of blood here and there, and his DNA at the house of his ex-wife and children. He is so dumb they would have found him dressed in bloody clothes, the knife, at the scene, saying "Blood? What Blood? Bodies? What Bodies?

   There are a lot of other things I can point to towards his stupidity, I have already mentioned the car chase. The one that sticks out the most is the book, in which he details how he would have done it if he did it. How stupid is that.

    Finally, here is a man who is considered worst than Jack the Ripper in many American's minds and he remained in the country. He could have moved to Jamaica,  Africa, even Europe, where most people were still objective towards him. But NOOOOOO! He remained in the U.S., where he got set up in a sting and now may spend the rest of his life in jail. (He ain't looking to good these days). Anybody who has read the legal disclaimers on the back of a cereal box can see the trial in Las Vegas was a farce. Yeah OJ you finally got your "UP COME-ENCE". You uppity person you.

    I always say if I was a criminal court judge, I would give out "Stupid" sentences along with the regular ones.
"5 years for car theft, 1 year for stealing it at a police station," that sort of thing.
   
    I gave OJ a pass on his first trial. But the second one, he earned, he earned Big Time. Being arrogant and dumb.