Man, that last post was wack... i am sorry. i should have put more content in the joint... i mean i dropped few jewels, but still...
here a few more jewels, though (big up to my man Djehuti Sundaka ):
--"Now, it is not on the basis of the Bible or the Koran and much less the Torah that one can classify people ethnically or linguistically. These books may be books of faith (beliefs irrespective proof) and but are filled with mythologies and outright lies."
--"Notwithstanding, it is illogical that in the same books Tera, the father of Abraham is mentioned yet the latter is said to be the father of a multitude when he entered Egypt as the head of a family; not even a tribe or clan considering the social stratification within the region."
here is an excerpt of an article i am submitting.. big up Phats...
“Be Healthy Ya’ll”
Dan Tres Omi
Being a passenger on public transportation, I have the opportunity to meet people from different social and economic backgrounds. I find myself in discussions and debates that one would normally find in a college classroom or on Larry King Live. In one particular lively discussion I had with some other passengers about the topic of vegetarianism, an elder expressed to me that as I pray over my food I would be okay. As helpful and politely as I could, I provided her with information that disagreed with her statement. And yes, yes ya’ll, the statistics are staggering.
The black community has witnessed a dramatic rise in asthma cases amongst young people. The number of people diagnosed with diabetes is increasing at an alarming rate. We also need to pay attention to the upsurge of cases involving prostrate and breast cancer. How many relatives and friends do we know who suffer from these ailments? How many relatives and friends do we know who scramble to pay expensive medical bills? How many children do we know whose childhoods are stunted due to chronic illnesses? If you answered ‘yes’ to any of these questions, ask your self one more: did you know that most if not all of the aforementioned medical problems are attributed to one’s diet?
During Norfolk State University’s December 2001 Commencement Ceremony, the U.S. Surgeon General, Dr. David Satcher, centered his keynote address around the issue of having a well balanced diet. Dr. Laila Afrika calls our addiction to our unhealthy diet “nutricide.” Dr. Afrika authored a book with the same name in which he described how African Americans are killing themselves slowly through their diet. Thankfully we do have solutions.
According to individuals such as Dr. Afrika, comedian and activist Dick Gregory, Def Jam co-founder Russell Simmons, and world renowned psychologist Dr. Na’im Akbar, a vegetarian diet is ideal. Yet, in a cultural inundated with fast food restaurants and an unhealthy cuisine left over from slavery, many people in our community find this lifestyle very difficult to pursue. Not to mention the discouragement one will receive from loved ones. Speaking from experience, my transition from eating meat to a vegetarian lifestyle was a long one. When I began to change to diet, I was surrounded by family and friends who frowned upon my changes. Raised by a mother from the Dominican Republic, our diet was structured around the pig. Chuletas (pork chops), mondongo (chitlins), and sachicon (sausages) were a staple in my home. Despite the backlash and almost no support, I was able to become a vegetarian and eventually a vegan.....
ya dig...? only an excerpt...
Black Power Poem
A Spectre is haunting America-the spectre of neo-hoodooism. All the powers of old America have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: allen ginsberg, timothy leary, Richard Nixon, Edward teller, billy graham, time magazine, the new york review of books and the underground press.
May the best church win, shake hands and come out conjuring.
here is another ditty i wrote. once again an excerpt... some may not understand the words, but read thoroughly...
“Don’t be easy on him!” Commanded Rex.
“Show him where you from!” Yelled Guadalupe.
“Be careful,” cautioned Lina.
In this round, Willie decided to stay on top. He threw an armada, but before his opponent could answer, Willie finished his roundhouse with a somersault. His opponent’s quiexada (inverse crescent kick) found nothing but air. Willie noted how quick the kick was. If he had connected, he would have definitely felt that one. Willie stopped his somersault midway and brought his legs close to his body and then finished it as he watched his opponent sidestep towards him. He faked an armada and Willie sidestepped him placing himself shoulder to shoulder. His opponent wanted an easy take down, but failed when Willie sidestepped with him. As if reading his mind, Willie quickly shifted his feet and ended up behind his opponent. Instead of taking advantage of this position, Willie somersaulted to his opponents left. His opponent was clearly startled. Willie could read the eagerness on his face. He could tell that his opponent planned on not making that mistake again.
“I am going to keep him off balance,” Willie thought to himself. His opponent quickly shortened the space between the two. He did not hesitate to send a flurry of kicks. He began with a hammer kick which Willie easily ducked. Then he delivered an armada without giving Willie a chance to answer it with an offensive move. He immediately followed with another hammer kick. This time Willie found an opening and leaned into his opponent. After the third kick, Willie sent the top of his head into his opponent’s chest. He did not put much pressure into it but he did place enough to sound off a thud only audible to him and his opponent. His opponent stumbled back. Willie took two steps up and delivered a mei lua de compasso. He was close enough to wrap his extended leg around his opponent’s torso. As he figured, his opponent would grab the leg that was wrapped around him. “There you go,” thought Willie. With that, he swung his other leg around and twisted his waist, causing his opponent to fall on his behind. The crowd seems to have sung his praises.
Willie got up before his opponent and jogged back to the boca. He waited again for his opponent with his hands reaching out. His opponent, looking angry, walked up and accepted his hands. Willie tried to hug him but his opponent leaned away, hinting a return to the roda. Willie looked at Professor Ra. Again he nodded. Willie hesitated. He got the better of his opponent twice. He was pretty sure he could do it again. His opponent was out for blood this go around. He could feel it in his hands.
They both leaned into the roda. This time Willie did not somersault. He let his opponent begin his move, but when he was in midair, Willie walked up and put his shoulder into his opponent’s hip lightly causing him to fall over. His opponent came crashing down but he was able to land on his feet in an awkward position. Willie could see the anger in his face as the crowd roared with delight. Willie stayed calm and showed no emotion, then when into a slow, fluid somersault. He kept his eyes on his opponent who immediately fell for the bait. He tried to do the same move Willie executed on him. This time however, Willie brought his knees down connecting with his opponent’s shoulders. He was a hard impact that sent Willie backwards, but he watched his opponent clutch his shoulder. Willie simple when into a bridge and stood up. He quickly turned around to face his opponent who tried to ginga again to calm himself down. Willie had him on the run.
The music seemed to pulsate in his ears. His adrenaline was steady rushing into his bloodstream and it was difficult to keep calm. Willie sidestepped up to his opponent. He could see that he was angry and Willie just smiled transmitting elation for his performance. Just then, his opponent sent an elbow which Willie avoided it by pivoting on his left leg and bringing his right leg around and kicking his opponent in his abdomen. He went straight down. Willie quickly somersaulted back to the boca. A part of the crowd stopped clapping. Many saw a classmate go down. His opponent had both hands on his abdomen. He was catching his breath. Willie walked back to him and extended his hand. His opponent refused to take it. Willie extended his hand again. His opponent stood up taking in a deep breath and walked out of the roda.
That was when Willie lost his cool. He ran up and kicked his opponent in the back. His opponent turned around abruptly and went to grab him. Willie threw a series of elbows finding his target each time. He heard the berimbau playing and the singing stop. And he felt hands grab him on all sides. The roda was stopped to break up the fight.
“You sucker!” Willie yelled at his opponent.
“You a sucker!” His opponent yelled back. “You hit me from behind!”
“I kicked your ass three times! What do you think about that!”
“Calm down!” Screamed Professor Ra. “What’s wrong with you?” He demanded from Willie.
“Wha chu talkin’ about!” Willie answered. “You approved of his ass kicking!”
The roda for that evening was broken up for good. There was much tension in the air. Only some members of the visiting said their farewells. Many did not speak.
“Talk to me afterwards!” Commanded Ra. “Before my schools, I like to have a word with you all!” After the clean up and everyone changed, the settled in the main area to listen to Professor Ra.