One Writer's View Of The Best And Worst Of Black Nonfiction Books In 2006

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The 10 Best (and 5

 Worst) Black Books of

 2006

Revisiting a Banner Year for

Black Writers

by Kam Williams 

2006 turned out to be an explosive, coming-of-age year for African-American writers of nonfiction. Proof for me was that there were so many phenomenal texts to choose from when compiling this list that I found it quite a challenge to settle on the final 10. What’s probably most interesting about the authors who did win is that half of them are relative unknowns, either self-published or associated with modest-sized book companies.

Displaying a variety of unique voices and covering a wide spectrum of subject-matter, the only thing that these gifted craftsmen have in common is an unbridled passion and a soul still intact. For they are able to express themselves on paper in a recognizably black, and larger-than-life fashion, doing with words what Aretha can do with her voice, and what Coltrane could do with his horn.

Since nothing I say in this limited space could possibly do justice to these welcome additions to the field of black literature, I strongly suggest that you consider reading any whose descriptions pique your curiosity.

10 Best Black Books of 2006

1. Diary of a Lost Girl by Kola Boof

 Diary of A Lost Girl: The Autobiography Of Kola Boof

This alternately heartbreaking and brutally-honest autobiography is not only my top pick of 2006, but just might be the most brilliant deconstruction of the plight of present-day African-Americans yet written. Born in The Sudan in March of 1972, she was orphaned at the age of seven after her parents were murdered for speaking out against the government’s involvement in the revival of the slave trade. After being abandoned by her grandmother for being too dark-skinned, Kola eventually found her way to the United States where she was adopted by a kindly African-American couple with a big family.

Diary of a Lost Girl is a welcome addition to the genre of African-American memoir for it represents the unalloyed emotions of an intelligent, defiant, controversial, frequently profane and proud black woman, a survivor who somehow overcame one of the worst childhoods imaginable to share an abundance of intriguing, if debatable insights about her adopted homeland.

2. Deconstructing Tyrone:A New Look at Black Masculinity in the Hip-Hop Generation
by Natalie Hopkinson & Natalie Y. Moore

 Deconstructing Tyrone: A New Look at Black Masculinity in the Hip-Hop Generation

A superb, thorough, and intellectually-honest examination of the latter-day African-American male. Leaving no stone unturned, the co-authors assess how such phenomena as homophobia, the incarceration rate, brothers on the down-low, abandonment by baby-daddies, gangsta rap’s influuence, academic underachievement and underemployment have contributed to what they see as an unfortunate schism between brothers and sisters.

The fundamental question the book raises repeatedly, but in a myriad of ways, is “How can you love your culture, hip-hop, but love yourself, too?” Can a self-respecting black woman embrace the typical black male in spite of the gender frictions without capitulating and accepting the “video ho” label? An excellent, urgent study designed to initiate a healthy, long-overdue debate about the prospects and direction of the Hip-Hop Generation by exposing its prevailing male imagery as unacceptably misogynistic, and as more emasculated than macho.

3 Not in My Family: AIDS in the African-American Family
Edited by Gil L. Robertson, IV

Not In My Family: AIDS in the African American Community

This urgent, informative and groundbreaking book takes AIDS out of the inner-city closet by initiating an intelligent dialogue designed to shake both brothers and sisters out of their complacency and thereby inspire everyone to action. Among the sixty or so contributors to this timely text are entertainers, such as Patti LaBelle, Jasmine Guy, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Mo’Nique and Hill Harper; physicians, including Dr. Donna Christensen, DR. James Benton and Dr. Joycelyn Elders; AIDS activists Phill Wilson and Christopher Cathcart; ministers, like Reverend Al Sharpton and Calvin Butts; best-selling authors, such as Randall Robinson and Omar Tyree; and Congressmen Barbara Lee, Jesse Jackson, Jr. and Gregory Meeks.

But just as moving as the clarion call sounded by any of these celebs, are the heartfelt stories related by ordinary folks without any pedigree. Filled to overflowing with almost sacred moments, Not in My Family is a must read, but not merely as a heart-wrenching collection of moving AIDS memoirs. For perhaps more significantly, this seminal work simultaneously serves as the means of kickstarting candid dialogue about an array of pressing, collateral topics, ranging from homophobia to incarceration to brothers on the down low to low self-esteem to the use of condoms to the role of the Church in combating this virtually-invisible genocide quietly claiming African-Americana.

4. White Men Can’t Hump (As Good As Black Men): Race & Sex in America, Volumes I & II
by Todd Wooten

White Men Can't Hump ,as Good As Black Men: Race & Sex in America

White Men Can't Hump (as Good as Black Men): Volume II: Sex & Race in America

Not only can’t white men jump, but they apparently can’t hump either, at least according to Todd Wooten, a Marine-turned-self-appointed expert on mating habits across the color line. To his credit, the sagacious, salacious sex historian makes up for his lack of credentials with an infectious enthusiasm for his material and a colorful ability to turn a phrase, even if he is prone to profanity.

Taking no prisoners, the author is an equal-opportunity offender, and an admirable in his effort to close the human divide by addressing a litany of uncomfortable issues with the goal of eradicating both intolerance and underachievement. Overall, the book happens to be quite an entertaining page-turner which rests on the basic premise that the legacy of slavery has left black males both devalued and blamed for their collective lower station
in life.

5. The Covenant with Black America
Edited by Tavis Smiley

 The Covenant with Black America

Every February, talk show host Tavis Smiley has convened some of the most brilliant black minds around to assess the State of the Black Union. Feeling that an annual symposium simply exchanging opinions wasn’t enough, he decided to come up with a blueprint addressing the most critical issues confronting the African-American community.

The Covenant with Black America amounts to an exhaustive, encyclopedic assault on the litany of woes presently plaguing African-Americans. What makes this treatise unique is the plethora of practical guidance it provides in terms of the undoing the persisting inequalities. In advocating evolutionary as opposed to revolutionary solutions, this inclusive, optimistic opus ought to inspire anyone who reads it to get involved personally, and to lend their talents to the eradication of the seemingly intractable impediments to black progress.

6. Mixed: My Life in Black and White
By Angela Nissel

Mixed: My Life in Black and White

Halle Berry’s blurb on the front cover of this poignant memoir misleadingly describes it as, “Hilarious!” A must read, yes. Halle was ostensibly quoted not as a literary critic because she has a black parent and a white parent, just like the book’s author. Nevertheless, while Angela Nissel’s autobiography has more than its share of humorous moments, its prevailing tone is stone cold sober.

Brutally honest in tone, her heartbreaking tale begins when she was abandoned at an early age by her Jewish father to be raised alone in West Philadelphia by her African-American mother, Gwen. Unfortunately, for Angela, this meant that she had to grow up fast during her formative years, negotiating her way in a community where many challenged her blackness because she was not only light-skinned, but half-white.

Mixed graphically relates her battle with depression and suicidal tendencies, her stint as a stripper, her being threatened with a gun by a neighbor, and her post-collegiate decision to date white guys after being unable to interest black professionals. Given how low she had to go before bottoming-out, it’s a minor miracle this survivor is still with us, let alone flourishing, having finally found both the man and job of her dreams.

7. Getting It Wrong – How Black Public Intellectuals Are Failing Black America
by Algernon Austin

Getting It Wrong: How Black Public Intellectuals Are Failing Black America

The author’s primary contention, here, is that ivory tower blacks, who have lost touch with the community, now feel comfortable indicting less fortunate black folks they left behind for exhibiting symptoms simply long-associated with poverty. Such blaming of the victims is destructive, Austin suggests, because it relies on a stereotyping which makes it convenient for Middle America to see skin color rather than a racist, exploitative economy as the explanation for the plight of the least of their brethren.

He goes on to indict the legal system as “the most anti-black institution” in the country arguing that it defines “criminality as an inherent characteristic, as a trait, of blackness.” Consistently separating myth from fact in this fashion, Getting It Wrong is an excellent opus in that it deliberately deconstructs the unfair and color-coded stereotypes which the both the black bourgeoisie and the white mainstream culture have come to resort to when referring to African-American ghetto-dwellers.

8. Letters to a Young Brother – MANifest Your Destiny
by Hill Harper

Letters to a Young Brother: MANifest Your Destiny

Lately, it seems that everyday another study is announced sharing some sobering statistics about the dire straits of the African-American male.

Whether it has to do with employment, parenting, education, incarceration, or any other factors correlated with success in this society, all indications are that the black male is currently in crisis. For this reason, Hill Harper, star of CBS-TV’s “CSI: NY,” was inspired to publish Letters to a Young Brother, a priceless, no-nonsense, step-by-step guide out of the ghetto, provided it reaches a pair of receptive ears with a support team prepared to help him achieve his dream. The salient message being delivered by this how-to primer is that education is power, that material possessions do not ensure happiness, and that it’s important to be the architect of your own life.

9. Black Cops Against Brutality: A Crisis Action Plan
by DeLacy Davis

 

The book is an invaluable, police encounter survival guide, for it offers plenty of sound advice on how to handle the situation, if you are unlucky enough to get detained by a cop for whatever reason. Obviously, as a recently-retired, veteran police officer, the author has some sage insights to share, such as to remain calm, roll down your car window, turn on the ceiling light and keep both hands on the wheel during a motor vehicle stop.

He also lets you know how to handle the situation when the authorities arrive at your door, whether with or without a warrant, or if they simply begin questioning you right on the street.

Of equal import is how Delacy addresses what to do when you’ve become the victim of a profile stop, an unlawful arrest or an unfair search and seizure. Here, he delineates each step of the subsequent civilian complaint process, from keeping a log sheet, to finding an attorney, filing charges, and contacting the press and your political representatives.Finally, because the author sees the issue as a nationwide crisis, he stresses the need to develop strategies for eradicating police brutality once and for all. Overall, this arrives readily recommended as a legally-sound, morally-upright and most practical guide by a brother who breaks the blue wall of silence to help hip the people about how to deal with the criminal justice system most effectively.

10. Lynched by Corporate America – The Gripping True Story of How One African-American Survived Doing Business with a Fortune 500 Giant
by Herman Malone and Robert Schwab

Lynched by Corporate America: The Gripping True Story of How One African American Survived Doing Business with a Fortune 500 Giant 

In 1969, shortly after being honorably discharged by the Air Force, Herman Malone returned to his hometown of Camden, Arkansas. One evening soon thereafter, the 21 year-old vet was profile-stopped by two white cops who took him for a ride during which they warned that he might find himself floating dead in the swamp if he didn’t leave town immediately.

That’s how he ended up in Denver where he started a company called RMES Communications, Inc. By 1990, RMES was flourishing, generating about $10 million in annual sales as an approved vendor for US West, one of the seven Baby Bells. At this juncture, it looked like happily-ever-after for Herman and his family. But unfortunately, their version of the American Dream soon turned into a neverending nightmare when a new CEO took control of US West a couple of years later.

For, according to Malone, the new chairman systematically began backing out of its established agreements with black-owned businesses. So, the suddenly-disenfranchised African-Americans filed a class action suit alleging racial discrimination against the Fortune 500 mega-corp. And it is that frustrating, drawn-out legal battle which is oh so painstakingly recounted in Lynched by Corporate America.

As an attorney, I found this cautionary tale about the justice system rather riveting. Filled with copious quotes ostensibly recounted from court transcripts, Mr. Malone makes a very convincing argument that a combination of racism and a judicial kowtowing to corporate interests played a significant role in the resolution of the case. While discouraging, this should come as no surprise to anyone familiar with the age-old legal maxim well-known to lawyers, “In the halls of justice, the only justice is in the halls.”

Honorable Mention

Mama Made the Difference:
Life Lessons My Mother Taught Me

By Bishop T.D. Jakes

Mama Made the Difference

Forty Million Dollar Slaves:
The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Black Athlete

By William C. Rhoden

Forty Million Dollar Slaves: The Rise, Fall, and Redemption of the Black Athlete

Jokes My Father Never Taught Me:
Life, Love, and Loss with Richard Pryor

By Rain Pryor

Jokes My Father Never Taught Me: Life, Love, and Loss with Richard Pryor

Life Out of Context
By Walter Mosley

Life Out of Context

Living Black History:
How Reimagining the African-American Past Can Remake America’s Racial Future

By Manning Marable

Living Black History: How Reimagining the African-American Past Can Remake America's Racial Future

A Hand to Guide Me:
Legends and Leaders Celebrate the People Who Shaped Their Lives

By Denzel Washington with Daniel Paisner

A Hand to Guide Me

Don’t Shoot! I’m Coming Out:
How to Man-Up & Set Heterosexuals Straight

By Benn Setfrey

DON'T SHOOT! I'm Coming Out ~ How to

Stripped Bare:
The 12 Truths That Will Help You Land the Very Best Black Man

By LaDawn Black

Stripped Bare

Color Him Father:
Stories of Love and Rediscovery of Black Men

Edited by Stephana I. Colbert and Valerie I. Harrison

Color Him Father: Stories of Love and Rediscovery of Black Men

Historical Dictionary of African-American Television
By Kathleen Fearn-Banks

Historical Dictionary of African-American Television (Historical Dictionaries of Literature and the Arts)

Don’t Make a Black Woman Take Off Her Earrings:
Madea’s Uninhibited Commentaries on Love and Life

By Tyler Perry

Don't Make a Black Woman Take Off Her Earrings: Madea's Uninhibited Commentaries on Love and Life

Words to Our Now:
Imagination and Dissent
By Thomas Glave

 Words to Our Now: Imagination and Dissent

5 Worst Black Books of 2006
1. The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream
By Barack Obama
  The Audacity of Hope: Thoughts on Reclaiming the American Dream 

This tame tome was ostensibly carefully crafted with the intent of enabling Senator Obama to be all things to all people. Unfortunately, it ends up reading like little more than the transparent game plan of a guileful politician. When discussing racism, he comes off as no liberal, but more in the “content of your character” camp as advocated by African-American neo-cons like Shelby Steele and John McWhorter. In this regard, he has no problem putting the onus on blacks to accommodate themselves to the mainstream culture, because “members of every minority group continue to be measured largely by the degree of our assimilation.”

Obama goes on to conclude that “the single biggest thing” we could do to reduce inner-city poverty “is to encourage teenage girls to finish high school and avoid having children out of wedlock.” If these sort of simplistic “blaming the victim” pronouncements are truly Barack’s best ideas on how to reclaim the American Dream, I suggest he keep dreaming.

2. White Guilt: How Blacks & Whites Together Destroyed the Promise of the Civil Rights Era
By Shelby Steele

White Guilt: How Blacks and Whites Together Destroyed the Promise of the Civil Rights Era

This very spirited, anti-African-American screed repeatedly blames the victims for their lot in life at every turn, and in a sadistic fashion, almost as if he savors the smug cruelty suggested by his insensitivity. He tempers his caustic commentary with constant reminders that he, too, is black, invariably juxtaposing each criticism with an autobiographical aside in which he makes flip comments concluding that if he could avoid this or that pitfall and pull himself up by his bootstraps, anybody else can.

Euphoric in his having achieved the American Dream which has proven to be so elusive for most blacks, Steele repeatedly proclaims himself to be cured of the schizophrenia he says has a destructive hold on most other African-American intellectuals. “Tired of living a lie” in order to be black, he has found bliss in a Negro Nirvana free of the “corrupting falseness” of the pressure to identify with folks who look like him and with prevailing black points-of-view.

Since Shelby Steele has apparently found not only a psychic, but a physically comfy, suburban refuge from the rigors of what he terms “race fatigue,” perhaps this arrogant Republican apologist ought to consider refraining from delivering condescending lectures to those unfortunates still stuck in the slums.

3. Enough – The Phony Leaders, Dead-End Movements, and Culture of Failure That Are Undermining Black America and What We Can Do About It
By Juan Williams

Enough: The Phony Leaders, Dead-End Movements, and Culture of Failure That Are Undermining Black America--and What We Can Do About It 

Juan Williams is best known for his appearances as a panelist on the Fox News Channel. So, it comes as no surprise, that the political pundit might publish a right-wing diatribe which basically blames African Americans themselves and their Democratic leaders for the assortment of ills which still beset the community. Williams has rather harsh words for everyone from Reverend Jesse Jackson to Julian Bond to Randall Robinson to Reverend Al Sharpton.

When not indulging in character assassination, the author devotes his attention to topical issues such as the handling of Hurricane to Katrina. Enough’s most mind-boggling passages are those covering the tragedy, especially since the book is dedicated to “the people rising above Katrina’s storm.” Yet, rather than question how the city, state and federal authorities could have all abandoned thousands upon thousands of poor black folk for days on end, Williams conveniently concludes that, “The government response was the result of ineptitude, not racism.”

Meanwhile, he has issues with black “paranoia” about New Orleans and sees the black church, strong families, and a tradition of “self-help” as a viable solution to rebuilding the devastated Lower Ninth Ward. Reads more like a series of Republican talking points than an honest assessment of the state of African-Americana. Enough is enough!

4. Hokum: An Anthology of African-American Humor
Edited by Paul Beatty

Hokum: An Anthology of African-American Humor 

When I cracked open this collection of black jokes with a watermelon on the cover, I frankly expected to find material far funnier than a pathetic mix of goofball commentaries which devotes entire chapters to losers like Mike Tyson, a functional illiterate who probably wasn’t even trying to make people laugh when he went on the diatribes recounted here.

To the press, Iron Mike once said this about Lennox Lewis: “I want to eat his children. Praise be to Allah!” The ex-champ is later showcased at his best when simply rambling like a cross between a punch-drunk boxer and a mental patient with diarrhea of the mouth: “At times, I come across as crude or crass. That irritates you when I come across like a Neanderthal or a babbling idiot, but I like to be that person. I like to show you all that person, because that’s who you come to see.”

Where are the examples of the acerbic wit of Richard Pryor, Paul Mooney, Godfrey Cambridge, Dick Gregory and other brilliant African-American comedians known for their biting social satire? Not here. Maybe I missed something, but Hokum strikes this critic as a ho-hum hoax perpetrated on the public, since it’s ostensibly designed more for those interested in laughing at black folks than in laughing with them.  Buy this book and the only joke’s on you.

5. Secret Daughter: A Mixed-Race Daughter and the Mother Who Gave Her Away
by June Cross

Secret Daughter: A Mixed-Race Daughter and the Mother Who Gave Her Away 

Ten years ago, PBS aired a documentary entitled “Secret Daughter,” a gut-wrenching bio-pic about the life of little orphan June, abandoned by both of her parents at an early age to be raised by strangers in Atlantic City. What made Ms. Cross’ story so compelling was not the fact that her father was black and her mother was white, but that her mother was such an ice princess when her long-lost daughter tracked her down with a camera crew to ask her why she had dumped her on the doorstep of people she barely knew so many years ago.

June came off as oh-so masochistic trying to kiss-up to her cold-hearted mom who did little to hide her annoyance that this sepia skeleton would come jumping out of her closet at a time when she was happily-married and had a white daughter. After hitting an emotional dead end retracing her roots, one would think that Cross would drop the “Love me, Mommy!” act and move on with her life.

But instead she decided to write a memoir which, unfortunately, is not nearly as riveting as the already televised account of her ordeal. For the orphan is far too inclined to give her absentee-mom a pass, ostensibly because the woman was white, and because segregation is an acceptable explanation for her being abandoned.

June just doesn’t understand that there’s no excuse for the way that racist witch denied and mistreated her till the day she died. Before she tries to convince the world that her mother was misunderstood and actually really loved her, June needs to convince herself of it, and then figure a way to erase the monster we witnessed on that damning PBS broadcast from our collective memory.

Lloyd Kam Williams is a syndicated writer whose articles appear in 100+ periodicals around the country. In addition to his legal background, he has degrees from three Ivy League schools: a BA from Cornell, an MA from Brown and and MBA from The Wharton School. He lives in Princeton with his wife and son.

 

The Adventures of Melki: Glocks and Cops

 

By Malik Russell

Note From Malik: This column was written originally in 2000. I’m re-issuing it in response to the recent police shootings of Sean Bell, an unarmed African American man in Queens, New York.

“The Adventures of Melki” is a fictional hiphop/social commentary column that addresses social problems from the perspective of a young Black male.

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The fictional adventures of Melki represents one of the various manifestations or alter-egos of FLUID: The Mental Realm of Hiphop. Melki, otherwise known as DJ Fluid, must make mixed-tapes to live. Trapped in the “NOW” and judged by the public aka “Da Heads,” he must constantly outdo his previous mix or disappear into the dimensional void of  “WUZ.”


Melki lay there bleeding from eight bullet holes, staring at the wide-eyed cops. His eyes pleaded WHY? But, he barely had the strength to stay conscious, much less say something. The color from the ever-increasing amount of squad cars blended in the night sky like a patriotic sherbet. Damn, thought Melki, I just bought this sweatsuit with matching kicks. Now I’ve got to clean blood out of them. What could I use to get these stains out? Refusing to give up the ghost, he held on, supplementing his own breath with that of the ancestors, clinging to life like a blade of grass surrounded by cement, he clutched tightly the final copy of his demo tape on disc.

Cops stood around him joking. “I thought he had a gun,” he overheard one say.

His thoughts drifted back to six hours earlier in the studio laying tracks for his upcoming album. He thought he was on his way to meet a rep from Def Jam, instead Death sent his.

SIX Hours ago… “Yo, Sun, I want you to bring those lyrics again. This time with more emotional content,” demanded Melki.

Ra stared at Melki in a confused state. “’Emotional content’? Kid, you got break down what ya saying.”

Melki took a deep breath. “You know, the same type of energy that you’d bring if this was a fight with someone that tried to take ya cake or Game Seven of the NBA finals. Emotional content, Sun, you feeling me? After this cut, we through and I can bring my demo to the reps from Def Jam on time,” spouts Melki. 

“Okay, Okay, Fluid, I gotcha, let’s do this again, ’cause I gots to get my lady something for our 3-month anniversary,” said Ra.

Melki, otherwise known as DJ Fluid, kicks up the speakers and brings in the baseline, as RA gets ready to release his verbal barrage. Ra starts swerving his head back and forth and with emotional content, catches the beat like clockwork:

“Till I begin, in it to win it
The flow, impacts in a minute
We travel with comets like Bennett
Flip rent like project tenants
Moreover I snatch the pennant
Grammar—I break and bend it
Tell Lies, just like the Senate
Nose grows, Pinocchio
I implode
Where can U go?
For Justice….

TWO Hours ago…Melki pulls out his cellular, anxiously dialing the digits to stardom. His demo was done. He was now officially on his way to Bling-Bling Land, and wondered what designer jean suit he’d wear to the Soul Train Awards. Akademic or Sean John?

“Yo, Who dis?”

“It’s me, Melki. Yo, kid the demo is done! I should be able to drop it off around ten, Cool?”

“Cool.”

Grinning, Melki packs his gear and carefully slides his demo into the pocket of his black hoody. “Yo, Ra, let me catch a ride uptown.”

Ra stares at Melki. “I told you I got to make a few runs, you ready? Cause I’m ready,” spurts Ra, biting on a chew stick.

An HOUR ago…Joe Soldin and Mickey sat in their unmarked squad car, checking out honey dips passing by. Mickey had followed his father into the police force and after 4 years of patrolling the black community, he knew them better than they knew themselves. In his mind, he was the Thin Blue Line preventing complete chaos. They wuz animals, he thought. Most of them, ‘cept my partner Joe. Joe had come up in the hood and now escaped it. He loved his suburban community, and hated anyone or anything reminding him of where he came from. He’d risen above that now. He knew how to keep these fools in check. The only thing they respect is a glock.

THIRTY Minutes ago… Melki and Ra zoomed uptown in Ra’s new SUV. In-between emceeing and writing lyrics, Ra had worked three jobs to achieve this piece of American pie. Melki threw in one of his old mixed tapes and Ra bopped his head wildly in accord with his normal behavior. Melki looked at Ra and realized why Ra never drank or smoked—he didn’t need it. 

“Yo, Melki, peep this, our first video, we could be coming out the sky in a spaceship….” Suddenly sirens erupt behind Ra and Melki. “Damn,” says Ra, looking at Melki. “What these fools want? Melki, you ain’t got no warrants or nothing, right?”

“Naw, fool, I ain’t no criminal, I just do music.”

 

Melki and Ra sit there hands on the wheel, while the unmarked car behind them sat there for what seemed like hours. Finally two officers came out the vehicle, one white, the other black. Glocks drawn they scurried to the car and pointed their pistols point blank at the two occupants. Sweat began to drip from Melki’s eyebrow to his nose to the floor.

“Get out, punks. How you pay for this jeep? Huh? These are our streets, Nigga, so I’m gonna say this once, get out slowly and onto the ground, you know the position.”

Melki and Ra slowly crawl out and squat on hands and knees on the cold cement. Without warning, Joe Soldin clubs Ra with the butt of his glock and just starts beating him senseless.

“See what ya friend got,” says Mickey. “We got something for you to, so tell us what you got in the truck.”

“Huh?” Melki says, “I ain’t got nothing, idiots, nothing, just this,” quickly pulling his demo tape out, half-blinded by the siren lights and moans from Ra. 

He hears Mickey scream, “He’s got a gun!” Before Melki could respond, the two cops blast away 22 shots, eight of which strike Melki in the back. Melki lay there in a pool of blood, wondering which would come first—an ambulance or death. This ain’t the way the video supposed to end, he thought.

“Every respectable, half-way competent social scientist who has paid attention at all to the issues of crime and delinquency know: that crime is endemic in all social classes: that the administration of justice is grossly biased against the Negro and the lower class defendant; that arrest and imprisonment is a process reserved almost exclusively for the black and the poor; and that the major function of the police is the preservation, not only of the public order, but of the social order—that is, of inequality between man and man. To blather on and on about the slum as a breeding place of crime, about lower class culture as generating milieu of delinquency—a presumably liberal explanation of the prevalence of crime among the poor-is to engage (surely, almost consciously) in ideological warfare against the poor in the interest of maintaining the status quo. It is one of the most detestable forms of blaming the victim.” – “Blaming the Victim” by William Ryan

Malik Russell is an activist, journalist and criminal justice expert.

50 SHOTS This Time

 

 Time to pull out our Bruce Springsteen CDs. 

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots….
and we’ll take that ride
‘cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots… cut through the night
You’re kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots and
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says “on these streets, Charles
You’ve got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise me you’ll always be polite,
that you’ll never ever run away
Promise Mama you’ll keep your hands in sight”

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
It ain’t no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
Your American skin

41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
(music bit)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)

41 shots
And we’ll take that ride
Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots
And my boots caked in this mud
We’re baptized in these waters
(baptized in these waters)
And in each other’s blood
(And in each others blood)

Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain’t no secret
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
It ain’t no secret
(It ain’t no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your American Skin

(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in
(41 shots)You can get killed just for living in

Independent Audio/Video You Should Check Out (Fourth In A Long-Running Series)

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WAS MARTIN LUTHER KING A REPUBLICAN?


 
NEW HIPHOP & JAZZ ‘DOCUMIXTORY’ PODCAST ENDS SPECULATION ON WHERE HE STOOD ON THE ISSUES

RARE SPEECHES MIXED OVER A CORNUCOPIA OF GROOVES


November 16, 2006–Washington, D.C.—With current attempts by Republican candidates for office to label Martin Luther King, Jr., a Republican, and ongoing attempts by mainstream media to portray MLK as a “Dreamer,” author and Documixologist Melki releases his latest Documix, entitled “MLK: Blak At Ya.”

Melki fuses rare Marvin Gaye grooves with hiphop, funky R&B, and soul music as a backdrop to some of MLK’s most poignant speeches. In “Blak at Ya,” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. discusses the following topics: Racism in America; America’s War Machine, Threats to his Life and the American Value System, in audio recordings culled from speeches rarely if ever heard by the American public.

Interjected as well into the nearly 40-minute Documix are comments from various generations of African Americans about what MLK meant to them. One of the key questions asked was “Would things be different for African Americans if MLK were alive today?” The answers are both raw and powerful.

“I thought it insane for folks to attempt to co-opt MLK in one way or another, especially with so much of his audio out there for people to hear themselves,” said Melki, the author of 21 Hustle, a futuristic hiphop, sci-fi and mystical novel set in the year 2021. “If people can now transform MLK into a ‘conservative,’ then it’s not out the question to pick up a newspaper 50 years from now and see Dubya listed as a 5-time winner on Jeopardy,” joked Melki.

Melki is also the producer of several documixes including one on the Iraqi War entitled “The Low-IQ War MIX.”

The Documix is available for downloads and streaming. The ‘MLK: Blak at Ya’ Documix is G-rated and available for commercial media and educational uses free of charge. To hear or download the Podcast of this Documix visit here.

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Have You Checked Out……….

………..the VV article on The Source yet?

*SIGH*

I used to write for The Source‘s National Affairs section. Two very smart, very talented, strong sisters edited that part. Then Osorio became editor.

*SIGH*

Read Rolling Stone’s great cover story yet? (Its author was on “Democracy Now!”) You know, Rolling Stone is a Very White popular culture magazine (it seems to only cover Black people when they’re starving in Africa or when they have a mike or guitar in their hands in America), but, as a lifetime subscriber, I can say with some authority that it believes in more than selling CDs. Look here if you don’t believe me.

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And don’t get me started on the socio-political content of those other Bl—uh, I mean, “urban”  🙂 —music/popular culture magazines that represent Black IMAGES, not Black people. Meanwhile, Emerge has been dead for six years.

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Niggers are scared of revolution
But niggers shouldn’t be scared of revolution
Because revolution is nothing but change
And all niggers do is change

Niggers come in from work and change into pimping clothes
and hit the streets to make some quick change
Niggers change their hair from black to red to blond
and hope like hell their looks will change
Nigger kill other niggers
Just because one didn’t receive the correct change
Niggers change from men to women, from women to men
Niggers change, change, change You hear niggers say
Things are changing? Things are changing?
Yeah, things are changing
Niggers change into ‘Black’ nigger things
Black nigger things that go through all kinds of changes
The change in the day that makes them rant and rave
Black Power! Black Power!
And the change that comes over them at night, as they sigh and moan:
White thighs, ooh, white thighs
Niggers always goin’ through bullshit change
But when it comes for real change,
Niggers are scared of revolution
 

Niggers are actors, niggers are actors

Niggers act like they are in a hurry
to catch the first act of the ‘Great White Hope’
Niggers try to act like Malcolm
And when the white man doesn’t react
toward them like he did Malcolm
Niggers want to act violently
Niggers act so coooool and slick
causing white people to say:
What makes you niggers act like that?
Niggers act like you ain’t never seen nobody act before
But when it comes to acting out revolution


Niggers say: ‘I can’t dig them actions!’
Niggers are scared of revolution
 

Niggers are very untogether people
 

Niggers talk about getting high and riding around in ‘els’
Niggers should get high and ride to hell
Niggers talk about pimping
Pimping that, pimping what
Pimping yours, pimping mine
Just to be pimping, is a helluva line
 
Niggers are very untogether people

Niggers talk about the mind
Talk about: My mind is stronger than yours
“I got that bitch’s mind uptight!”
Niggers don’t know a damn thing about the mind
Or they’d be right
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers fuck. Niggers fuck, fuck, fuck
Niggers love the word fuck
They think it’s so fuckin’ cute
They fuck you around
The first thing they say when they’re mad: ‘Fuck it’
You play a little too much with them
They say ‘Fuck you’
When it’s time to TCB,
Niggers are somewhere fucking
Try to be nice to them, they fuck over you
Niggers don’t realize while they doin’ all this fucking
They’re getting fucked around
And when they do realize it’s too late
So niggers just get fucked up
Niggers talk about fucking
Fuckin’ that, fuckin’ this, fuckin’ yours, fuckin’ my sis
Not knowing what they’re fucking for
They ain’t fucking for love and appreciation
Just fucking to be fucking.
Niggers fuck white thighs, black thighs, yellow thighs, brown thighs
Niggers fuck ankles when they run out of thighs
Niggers fuck Sally, Linda, and Sue
And if you don’t watch out
Niggers will fuck you!
Niggers would fuck ‘Fuck’ if it could be fucked
But when it comes to fucking for revolutionary causes
Niggers say ‘Fuck revolution!’
Niggers are scared of revolution


Niggers are players, niggers are players, are players
Niggers play football, baseball and basketball
while the white man cuttin’ off their balls

When the nigger’s play ain’t tight enough
to play with some black thighs,
Niggers play with white thighs
to see if they still have some play left
And when there ain’t no white thighs to play with
Niggers play with themselves
Niggers tell you they’re ready to be liberated
But when you say ‘Let’s go take our liberation’
Niggers reply: ‘I was just playin’
Niggers are playing with revolution and losing
Niggers are scared of revolution

Niggers do a lot of shootin’
Niggers shoot off at the mouth
Niggers shoot pool, niggers shoot craps
Niggers cut around the corner and shoot down the street
Niggers shoot sharp glances at white women
Niggers shoot dope into their arm
Niggers shoot guns and rifles on New Year’s Eve
A new year that is coming in
The white police will do more shooting at them
Where are niggers when the revolution needs some shots!?
Yeah, you know. Niggers are somewhere shootin’ the shit
Niggers are scared of revolution


Niggers are lovers, niggers are lovers are lovers
Niggers love to see Clark Gable make love to Marilyn Monroe
Niggers love to see Tarzan fuck all the natives
Niggers love to hear the Lone Ranger yell “Heigh Ho Silver!”
Niggers love commercials, niggers love commercials 
Oh how niggers love commercials: 
“You can take niggers out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of niggers”


 
Niggers are lovers, are lovers, are lovers
Niggers loved to hear Malcolm rap
But they didn’t love Malcolm

Niggers love everything but themselves

I love niggers, I love niggers, I love niggers
Because niggers are me
And I should only love that which is me

I love niggers, I love niggers, I love niggers
I love to see niggers go through changes
Love to see niggers act
Love to see niggers make them plays and shoot the shit
But there is one thing about niggers I do not love
Niggers are scared of revolution
—“Niggers Are Scared Of Revolution” by The Last Poets