I See the Pattern Of Hate and Jealousy by Samuel H. Robinson
I walk the streets and I see people who are not me, who want desperately to be me; people who emulate us, but are not us. Whites. People lost in a culture which is uniquely defined by a lack of culture that is actually their own. They carry within themselves a sickness that seemingly permeates all other fair skinned cultures. They abhor us; berate and subjugate us. They want nothing more than to possess everything that we are. We live inherently as our people have lived since the tribes of our ancestors first formed under the skies of Mother Africa.
Their women inject their lips, breast and buttocks with collagen to give themselves the fuller, more attractive figure that our women are naturally born with. They sit under the sun, under lamps, and rub themselves down with chemicals to give themselves the sun-kissed skin that our people have from birth. They lock up their hair, decorate it with beads and jeweled accents and say that it’s a part of the hippie sub-culture; hoping all the while that we blacks will forget that the art of locking hair has its roots in North Africa, the Horn of Africa, and Ancient Egypt, along with head shaving which was done by us to show status, hair dying which was done by us with henna and yes, even wigs worn by us to protect our hair from sun damage.
How many of these things are we told wrongly by today’s society are meant as expressions of white “culture”? Not meant for us?
Whites have adopted the raised tattoos of our African ancestors. They’ve appropriated ear gauging, nose and lip piercing and stretching, neck stretching, and other manners of body modification which they boldly call “alternative”, “goth” or “punk”, but which were actually introduced by the ethnic peoples of North Africa; the Pedi, the San and even the Zulu.
They take our music.
They take our dance.
They take our food.
They take the clothing and artistic styles that we make unique and make them a part of the white mainstream. They take our speech patterns and turns of phrase. They take our very BLACKNESS.
Yet how many of these things are we told wrongly by today’s society are meant as expressions of white “culture”? Not meant for us?
I see the pattern of hate and jealousy. Do you see it now too?
Samuel H. Robinson | https://www.facebook.com/
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